If God is my co-pilot, I'm going to crash

It's saturday morning. Hooray, nothing is going to get in the way of what I want to do. I roll out of bed and see my dog has pooped on the floor. I grimace and go clean it up. Then, my wife informs me she has to take the car to visit a hurting friend. Then, I check my email, and I have to do some work. On and on, things happen that are not in my plans for this Saturday morning. I am clearly not in charge of my own destiny. I look back on my life and it is clear that I have never been in charge. Yet, this illusion keeps rearing itself only to cause me frustration, disappointment and anger. I tell myself that I truly need to remember that my God (defined as a Higher Power involving all or some: group support; moral principles; universe; religious God; 12 steps; cognitive therapy; a wise teacher; anything that keeps me happy, free and sober without harming another) is running the show and all of a sudden the bad feelings dissappear. I remember that even though I have to clean up dog poop, I am blessed to have a dog. I remember that God has not given me more than I can handle. Eventually I am joyfully surprised as I see beautiful children surfing in the ocean (a little gift from God that was not in my plans).


Today, I will avoid being angry and confused as I remember who is running the show. I will remember that I do not want to take over control from my pilot, and I will find reasons to be grateful for my pilot.