I hate riding in cars. It stresses me out. Every time the car I am riding in gets within 10 feet of the car in front of it while breaking, I slam my eyes shut. I hate it.
I am not sure if it is something so heavy as the fact that my life is so obviously in the hands of others and I don’t trust them, or something so simple as the fact that there are hundreds of 2 ton death machines ping-ponging around me from one lane to the other at speeds of around 75 miles per hour… but I HATE riding in cars.
And don’t even get me started on the mini-bus taxis in Africa! 15 passenger vans packed with upwards of 22 people and 0 seat belts, speeding around curves, dodging cows and goats, passing cars in front of them at an alarming rate head-first into on coming traffic…
I HATE RIDING IN CARS.
Remember this, because it plays an important part in this little revelation I had.
I was having my quiet time and I was practicing listening prayer. I went to a secluded place, completely quiet, and sat with my Lord. I prayed to silence the voices of the world, of the enemy, and of myself, and to have my ears open to only what God wanted to share with me that day.
After sitting with Him for a while, He spoke to me though a picture… I found myself sitting in the front row passengers seat of a car. A place that would normally cause me anxiety… but in this moment I looked to my left, and there driving the car was the son of man himself, Jesus. Eyes on the road, but a smile on his face just for me. We don’t talk, we just sit with each other. I am comfortable and taken care of. My feet are kicked up on the dash with good music playing and warm air flowing through my hair from the open window. For the longest time Him and I sat there, just driving. Never in my life had I felt more at peace than in that moment I was in the car with Jesus.
I am not the driver in my life. I am not the navigator following the map or charting out the journey. All I am is a passenger. But I have the best, safest, most caring road trip buddy I could ever imagine or ask for. He knows where I am heading and he knows how to get me there, I am just along for the ride.
I have no idea where my destination is. I don’t know where my car is heading down this cliché metaphorical road of life. But I know who is in the drivers seat… and that makes this a ride worth taking.
Enjoy the journey, and as always…
Love well,
Molly Fae
