I consider myself a very submissive driver. I don’t get angry when people make
mistakes. I don’t rush to red lights. I give the right of way at non-signaled
intersections, and I always yield to cars signaling to enter my lane. There’s nothing that frustrates me more than
drivers who are either too distracted or too much in a hurry to allow others to
merge. The people that especially make
me shake my head are the ones who actually speed up so you can’t get in front
of them.
I wish I could say this attitude carried over into my
spiritual life. But it doesn’t. If my mind is set on something, I have a very
difficult time slowing down to let God’s plan merge into the path I’ve set
before myself. Truth be told, sometimes
I even speed things up, pretending I don’t even know He’s there trying to get
my attention. I’m like a child who plugs
their ears and hums a tune when a parent is seeking their attention. I don’t yield well when things don’t seem to
be going my way.
History has proven to me the truth of Jeremiah 29:11:
“For
I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to
prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
But that doesn’t seem to make a difference when the next
situation arises where God and I don’t see eye-to-eye. I try to trust – I really do. I try to yield to the One who sees the
beginning from the end. But it’s hard –
and sometimes it really hurts.
I guess it comes down to the question of who is better
equipped to be in the driver’s seat. I
can reach for the steering wheel, or I can fall to my knees. I do know that I can’t do both.
Tami Cinquemani
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