Making Peace With What I Can't Control
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Where did you do most of your reading for this one, and did you find yourself reaching for tea, a blanket, or a pen to underline with?
Was there a page where you had to stop, set the book down, and just breathe for a minute? What was happening in it?
The book keeps circling the idea of unclenching. What is something small you have been gripping this week that you would like to loosen your hold on tonight?
Lysa writes about disappointment that does not get tidied up. Did reading that make you feel comforted, uneasy, or a little of both?
Was there a line or idea in here that felt like it was handed to you personally, almost like someone had been listening in on your last hard year?
The book treats peace as something you make rather than something you find. Which of those two versions of peace has felt truer in your own life?
Lysa is honest about the seasons where trust and faith felt thin. If you have been in one of those seasons, what did company or comfort look like for you then, and did this book name any of it well?
By the last pages the book leaves you somewhere different from where it started, without tying every thread. How did you feel setting it down, and is there something you have made a quiet peace with that you are willing to share?