I drive so much these days. I think I am making up for the six years of license eligibility, and I am doing it swimmingly. I have put almost 20,000 new miles on Corinna the Chevy Cobalt, whom I've had for just seven months. This type of constant traveling can give one a false sense of security, of bravado. In the past two weeks I have made three turkey and cheese sandwiches while I was driving (I'm talking deli meat turkey, pepper jack cheese). Slowly but surely,I think I was beginning to believe that I could summon the strength to go 75 miles per hour, with or without a car.
As I drove along this line of thinking, along the Athens outer loop, I heard the screeching tires and I saw the car directly in front of me hopping in between the two lanes. After dancing for a bit, the car made a beeline for the right side median and front-ended the concrete with a sickening crunch. As it came to rest in the opposite direction of traffic, I realized that I was looking at the crash through my rearview mirror. I cannot fathom how I passed by the out-of-control car with nary a scratch, but I did.
My tally of near-death experiences is steadily increasing. My confidence in my abilities is decreasing. The knobs of circumstance have become too slippery and unwieldy for my childish hands. To say I am grateful for God's control would make it sound as though I weighed the options and decided this was the best idea. As the options of luck, serendipity, coincidence, and willpower dissolve into smoke and mirrors, I am confronted with the Truth, and his firm, gentle guiding hand on my life.
I'm so thankful that I'm incapable of doing any good on my own. ~Caedmon's Call
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I'm glad you're ok. I wouldn't wish my commute upon anyone either.
ReplyDeleteI understand why one might hesitate to say, 'it's in God's hands.' The danger of depending too much on explicit divine guidance for every choice is that we can fail to take responsibility for the choices we make, saying in our hearts, 'It’s not my fault. That’s what God wanted me to do.'
There’s a point in our lives when we start making wise choices for ourselves without a voice from heaven giving us play-by-play guidance for every choice we have to make. The choices we make in life are a reflection of our character and God will hold us accountable for those choices.
Yet, sometimes, it's really hard to tell what the right thing to do is, but as your quote reminds me, ultimately, we honor God in our decision by acknowledging/praying/depending on Him as we make it.
OMG of course I would read this 2 months later...
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you are ok. I think God's been taking me a rough ride (in the figurative sense) to realize that He is indeed in control, and not myself, my schedule(s), my diligence and hard work - although all those things are essential and necessary, of course.
we need to talk more. lol. I've got much to update