I was hell-bent on driving on the highway of life with a death grip on the steering wheel, blinders on the eyes, and a determination to make it there, except no matter how much I drove, I never seemed to arrive at my intended destination.
Restless nights,
An irritable spirit,
And a foreboding fear rippled through my entire being.
He whispers
Move over.
He’s been present the entire time, but I was too focused on the road to notice Him there, in the passenger seat.
Move over.
I can feel deep down what He wants me to do, but I’m scared to because it feels like climbing over the gear stick to the passenger seat – of a moving car – on a highway – at 80 mph.
Move over.
I almost didn’t hear it the third time.
My heart feels like I’m being chased by a lion whose teeth are just inches away from my heels.
I ease my foot off the gas, peel my fingers off the steering wheel, revealing white indentations as I balance precariously in the middle.
One hand clutches the back of the passenger seat while the other leans on the dash so I can crawl one leg after the other into the seat that was rightfully mine.
And as I snap the seatbelt in place,
And He takes the wheel,
I start to see and feel the beauty through the window.
The adventure He wanted to take me on.
He had it all mapped out – an itinerary designed just for me…us, with rest stops along the way and many opportunities to enjoy the views freely.
And when the detours come, and the mistakes happen –
He chooses to remain.
And in the many moments that I feel afraid,
He nudges
Go on…
I’ll be with you and when it’s time I’ll take you to the next place.
You don’t have to figure it all out.
I will guide you in the way you should go.
I’ll take you there, just
Move over.
