I am a terrible driver.
I can drive, and do so well, but I really don’t like driving. Motion makes my stomach feel queasy, and my nerves get the best of me. I am a white-knuckle driver.
Recently, we took a trip back home and thankfully my husband drove the whole way. That helps a little.
We awoke to a beautiful lighting show the morning we left. That doesn’t help. At all.
We loaded up and headed out and I hoped the new car top carrier really was weather proof as it claimed to be.
Thoughts of analogies started swirling round amid the roars of thunder and panics over items left behind.
I am a white-knuckle passenger.
I grip my pillow that was made for rest with all my might.
My husband is a good driver, I should trust him and sit restfully.
My God is a good driver of my life.
The storm is great.
He has driven through storms before.
God created the storm.
It’s hard to see.
He knows the road.
God made the road.
Conditions are fit for hydroplaning.
He put new tires on the vehicle.
God controls the vehicle.
Could we just slow down?
He is driving a safe pace with traffic.
God has perfect timing.
The cargo is so precious.
He knows how precious the cargo is.
God made the cargo and loves more than I ever could.
I close my eyes. Somehow it’s better when I don’t look at the things that make me nervous.
I repeat in my head…Just trust the driver. Just trust the driver. He knows what he’s doing.
Dear Lord, please stop the storm.
If you don’t, please keep us safe. Surround us with your protection. Bring us through the storm. Lead us safely home.
God knows the storms in our lives; their coming and their going. He is a trustworthy driver of life. Not one anxious thought of ours controls anything. Not one. Not anything. He loves the passengers. He breathed them into being. He knows the way home.
Dear white-knuckle passenger, rest your head on your pillow, and
trust your trustworthy God. He will lead you home.
John 8:26
“but he…is trustworthy.”
