Here I am, again. In the same car. Still letting Him drive and trying to remind my frantic little self that He’s the better driver. But we just hit a pot hole. It was a big one. And I’ve got this feeling…
Pot holes aren’t usually solo. There usually isn’t just one single solitary pot hole. They travel in packs. Well, I should say that they plant themselves in packs. There’s a whole long line of them about a half mile before my exit on I-75. I took the back roads home from lunch, today, and found several pot hole patches in one part of the road. Potholes are no respecter of roadways. They’ll show up in the middle of straight-stretches and in curves of back roads. And they make their painful, jolting, cringe-inducing appearance in groups.
It’d be silly of me to say that this is the first pot hole. There have been some before. But I’m still finding it difficult to rest in the passenger seat with the prospect of more, larger, deeper pot holes potentially waiting ahead of me.
Instead, I’m pretty near the point where I want to yell profanities at the driver and then I’d ask Him why He is taking this way and why He can’t just change lanes and head a different direction. In Sunday school, I taught about Moses finding out that the people of Israel had begun worshiping a false God–no doubt they were corrupted by the 400-year Egyptian enslavement that would stay with them for longer than the three months they’d been free. God told Moses that He was going to burn them all, destroy them, so that He could fix everything. Moses begged and prayed to God on behalf of the people–trouble-makers who had so quickly turned on God after miracles unmatched had just been performed! God changed His mind. What I am rolling around in my head is this: How often does God change lanes at the request of the passenger? Will He change lanes if we request lanes that are actually worse than the one we’re currently driving?
Even though there may be pot holes ahead and I may have trouble resting, I know He’s in control. The road may be rough ahead; things may seem tense. But I know that my Savior heals, protects, guides, and loves. Even when the road is rough.