I am a detail freak.

Let me correct that. I WAS a detail freak, until I had kids and realized any semblance of control I ever thought I possessed was a farce. No Tooth Fairy, no Easter Bunny, no Control. (That howling wind sound you hear is the Universe laughing.)

But I digress.

There was a time, a long time ago, when worrying about details would keep me up at night. Ironically, this was in high school. Other kids in high school stay out past curfew pounding beers; High school Sonni would hole up in the basement, scrolling through Online Thesaurus on dial-up AOL to craft the perfect phrase for a book report.

Paging Dr. Nerd!

And during so many of those marathon nerd nights, my sweet mama would hang out in the basement with me, passing out on the La-Z-Boy as I clicked away, only to wake up and goad me out of my obsessiveness at 11:30 or midnight to go to bed. And I did, but I was always worried.

Was what I did good enough? How could I have made it better? What if I changed this or tweaked that?

In the morning getting ready for school I would still be obsessing about what I could have done differently, when my dad would remind me of those simple words you see on this post. And now I realize how right he was.

In school projects as in life, you can only do so much. Put in the time. Put in the work. And then, put it in God’s hands.

“Take care of the little things, and the big things will fall into place.”

Start tonight. Put those words into practice. You might even get a little more sleep tonight if you do.