Let God drive

Let God drive the car of your life!

At first Libby was nervous because she didn’t know where we were going, and she didn’t want to sit down or lie down. She kept getting up and trying to wander around and look out the window to see where we were going. She didn’t understand that I knew where we were going all along. I had made a plan for her in advance to go to the chiropractor so he could help her body feel better. But when I loaded her up in that car all she knew was we were headed somewhere new and leaving what she knew behind, and it scared her. She tried her best to stay calm, but I could tell she was still unsure about the whole situation. I kept trying to tell her, trust me it’s going to be okay; I wouldn’t take you anywhere you could get hurt, I promise. I found myself repeating to her over and over trust me it will be all right, it’s going to be okay, you’re going to see when we get there it was all for your good. 

The interesting thing is that’s when I felt like God reminded me that’s kind of what it is like with Him directing our life. He is driving the car that we hopped in, but we don’t always have a clue where we may be going or what’s going to happen when we get there. All we know is that we are headed somewhere new and leaving everything we know behind…So we panic and question God…or maybe we get nervous and can’t sit down and don’t stay focused and end up making the trip a lot longer than it needed to be and a lot harder on everybody involved. But the whole time we are panicking God is still there in the driver’s seat, nice and calm repeating to us over and over it’s going to be okay, I promise this is all for your good and I would never do anything that would hurt you. It’s going to be okay; you’ll see once we get there, you’ll see! 

Let God drive the car of your life and you can just sit back and relax and trust that He knows where He is taking you and how to get you there and you can just relax and be along for the ride. 

 

With love,

Kaley 

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