At least I can admit it. This meme is one my daughter posted on Facebook sometime ago. It actually is true to life. This is actually me when she drives. But actually, it’s me, maybe not as animated when I am the rider with anyone. Why is that?

CONTROL. I like control. Don’t you? It’s just so much different when you’re in the driver’s seat. You know how much time to allow for a stop. You know when to slow down when traveling at a high rate of speed and approach a curve. You know which way is the best path to your destination. You know to anticipate other driver’s unpredictable moves. After all, they taught us how to be defensive drivers, right?

So why does it feel different when I am not behind the wheel?  Don’t I know that the driver has those same instincts? No, actually, I don’t think that they do. I know better. Only I really don’t.

What a perfect picture of life, isn’t it? We are never in complete control. So many things happen to us that had we been in charge, would not have happened. Thank God, he knows what hes’ doing.  His ultimate aim is to make me look more like him, to make me godly, and to do that he must orchestrate the trials of life to shape me, to burn off my ugly sin, my tendencies to trust myself, rather than him.

It has taken me a long time to finally surrender to that, but having done that, life is so much easier. Do I still step on the brakes? Brace myself for sudden stops? Give directions? Tempted to tell my husband which way to go, even home? Yes, but I do it much less now. God is showing me, I must yield to him. Trust him. Depend on him.  In that, I’m learning to be less of a horrible rider.

Blessed is the man who trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. Jeremiah 17:7 KJV