You guide me by your wise advice, and then you will lead me to a position of honor.
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.
There lies the irony. I thought I had it all figured out, yet he had a different plan, all together.
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.
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.
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.
Do you trust God to be in control?
Do you let him drive you?
Does he guide your life?