I have a tendency to drive when I am in the passenger seat. That means that I give directions on how to drive, I press my foot on the imaginary break, and I give my opinion on what route to follow. As a passenger, I have no control over what the driver does. If someone else is driving, I need to understand that they are in control of the vehicle, not me. I have a hard time practicing this simple task. The same situation happens in my relationship with God. He is in control, and I need to trust his driving. I need to trust that he is doing what is best for me, that he takes me at his own speed, and that I need to let him pick the best route for my life.
What is Best for Me
I have an idea of what I think is best for me, but I found out that he does not always agree with me. I feel as if God has a great sense of humor, although I do not think it so at times. I remember saving a couple of thousand dollars to purchase an old used vehicle. I said to him, If you think a vehicle is for me, maybe it should appear out of nowhere, and let it be parked right in front of my eyes. Ironically, a couple of weeks later, a friend went
to trade in his old vehicle and because he was only offered a few hundred dollars, he did not trade it in. Instead, he asked if he could park it in front of the house with a for sale sign. I asked how much he wanted for the car, and to my surprise, he said only $1,000.00. You guessed it. I bought the car.
However, when I asked for the vehicle, I never stated that I wanted to drive it, I just asked for a car to be in front of me and there it was. As it turns out, my daughter’s car broke down a couple of days later. Total engine fail, no fix for it. Since, I worked from home, I let her use it. Once she figured she could not save for her own, she asked if she could keep it. We made an agreement, and she bought it six months later.
I ended up without a car, again. I had been trying to get one for two years. I felt that he knew the circumstances of my daughter ahead of time, and made it possible, through me, for her to get a vehicle. Her work was 45 minutes away and there would have been no way for her to get to it, had I not had one available. There lies the irony. I thought I had it all figured out, yet he had a different plan, all together.
At His Speed
A year later, I had decided that I was going to save money for another vehicle, but this time I put my sight on a newer model. I made a budget, and it would take me one more year to save the money for the down payment. In all, it would be two years I would wait to have a car again. I was speaking to my son about the decision I made, and he said, “Mom, how about if you buy my car, instead.” I asked him how much he wanted up front, and he said, “Absolutely, nothing. You can have it in a couple of weeks.” Needless to say, few weeks later, I had a newer model car, no down payment, and a year earlier than I thought possible. God’s speed is his own. When I thought I was ready to have a vehicle, he made me wait a year, but when I thought I had to wait a year, he did not make me wait.
The Best Route
After this story, I wonder, “What is the best route to take”? Not because I do not have any direction in my life, but because it may not be the right one. Since I bought the car, there have been situations where I thought I was on the right path, yet, he put on the breaks and made me stop and think. Over the summer, I applied to start my Bachelor’s degree. I was registered, had financial aid approved, and had purchased the books. I was on my way to become a college student. A couple of days before school started, I received an email from Financial Aid, that there had been an error, and I could not get approved.
I contacted the school, spoke to everyone that I could, and the end result was that I had to stop pursuing it. It was short notice, and I could not come up with the tuition. I had to drop. I cried. I was upset. I was disappointed. I looked up in Heaven, and asked him why. Well, I had asked for the right things, but it was not what he wanted me to do. In the meantime, as I browsed the internet, I found out that Yahoo had a network for writing contributors. I looked into it, applied, was accepted, and I started writing. I never thought that while looking for a way to fix my situation, he was leading me into the path that he had laid for me.
Within a few weeks, I started my own website, and started a blog. Before I understood where he wanted to take me, I started writing. I realized that he wanted my voice heard for him. I realized that getting a Bachelor’s Degree was for my own benefit, but that a Blog with him in it, with his guidance, and inspiration, could reach others, which may need uplifting. It was not but a week into my first blog, that I received a comment. It said, “Thank you, God knew, I needed to hear these words today.” That comment certified that the route I wanted was not at all the best route.
I share this small story because I felt compelled to write about it. I only write when I feel him guiding me to do so. His voice needs to be heard, not mine. Yes, I do the writing, but he gives me the words. He is the author. I am just a vessel. As he writes the story of my life, I put the words together. When the words are wrong, I erase them and he gives me the right ones.
To trust God to be in control is not an easy task. As a human, I question it, but as a believer, I follow it. I have to say, that when I trust him to drive for me, the path is clearer, straight, and the destination is always reached.
Do you trust God to be in control? Do you let him drive you? Does he guide your life?
119:35 Guide me in the path of your commands, for I delight to walk in it.
119:105 Your word is a lamp to walk by, and a light to illumine my path.
3:6 Acknowledge him in all your ways, and he will make your paths straight.
4:11 I will guide you in the way of wisdom and I will lead you in upright paths.