Who Is in Control?

It depends on the circumstances, sometimes I am very aggressive about trying to steer and other times I am passive about my approach. However, I am learning the truth about who is really in control. I am learning there are times I am not meant to be steering my life’s car and there are times I am meant to be behind the wheel but I am not navigating. There is Someone in the seat next to me guiding me in my course.

When I look at those who are weaving and bobbing in and out of lanes, driving radically all over the place, I ask the same question. Who is in control? There is seemingly no method to their madness. There is seemingly no consistency in their performance and there is no accountability in their behaviors. It is very disconcerting to observe from the view point of a control freak to say the least. I have come to learn that often times these are the people who are fighting the devil off of their steering wheels of life. They are either addicted to something detrimental to their well being or they are fighting the battles of life and death, either literally or figuratively with the one who would sooner see mankind fall than see us triumph. I say this knowing that there came a point in my own life where my car was all over the place. The view I had through the windshield didn’t illuminate the ravine I was headed into. I was still clutching the wheel thinking I could rely on my own abilities to avoid any major pitfalls in life.

I would drive by many that had a smile on their face no matter the weather they were facing and regardless of the mountains that loomed before them. I saw them drive into valleys calmly without a bead of sweat on their brow or a lingering look of concern in their face. There was an inner peace in their eyes and a knowing in their words. I could not fathom what they had. I perceived their life’s car was simply a better model car and they were the lucky ones. They knew something, now I know. They knew they were not really the one’s driving. They were trusting that their journey, whether in the valleys or over the mountains was being driven or navigated by a force higher than themselves. They had Faith and they had Belief. I see these people now and know that I am a student still in the Divine Driver’s Education class. Thank God He’s teaching me how to drive.

There is little in this world we can control.