God has gifted me with a mind that constantly teeters on the edge of "going off the deep end," and hoping there is someone at the bottom to catch me if I do in fact "jump."
In my feeble, "he remembers that we are dust," state of humanity, I have often tried to deal with this crazy mind of mine by controlling everything in sight. My weight, back in school--my grades, and now, my house and my children. In other words, I try to take the pill of perfectionism. And I always crash and burn into a pile of my own sin.
It isn't pretty.
But over the last year, as God stripped me of all control, I learned that, it's true. When my mind is spinning out of control, and the perfectionism isn't cutting it, because in my "state of dust," I really don't have any control at all, I can trust him. I can trust him. He will catch me as I fall. As I plummet, even. He will catch me.
You will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts you. Isaiah 26:3