I recently had a disagreement with a friend. We did not see eye-to-eye. We misunderstood where each other was coming from and it resulted in distance. We have forgiven and been forgiven but hurt remains and our friendship is not the same.

Many times I’ve wanted to go back and try to explain myself differently or defend my words. But time and time again God says “No, let me take care of this.”

That is so hard for me. I want to be the one to do the talking, the reasoning, the explaining.

This Tightly Wound Woman doesn’t like to be told what to do. I like to call the shots. I want to see things unfold the way I think they should—when they don’t, I’m often shaken, frustrated and angry.

But, in this instance, He’s asking me to remain quiet.

It doesn’t make sense to me, but then again I can’t see every angle to this situation. I am not the Great One, All-Wise and All-Powerful. I am flawed, yet forgiven, and I do not have all the answers—or even most of them.

I am trying to obey His leading and wisdom.

After all, it really comes down to a matter of trust:

• Do I trust God enough to take care of me like He says He will?
• Do I trust Him to care about the details when it feels like things are falling apart?
• Do I care more about pleasing Him than I do about pleasing man?

Today I am guest posting over at my friend Abby McDonald’s blog, Fearfully Made Mom, as I share some hard-to-swallow advice my husband and I received about defending ourselves…

P.S. Linkup with with Kelly for the #RaRaLinkup and Holly for #TestimonyTuesday.