I was only a few days removed from getting my drivers permit and mom was out of town, that spelled trouble. No I didn’t take off in mom’s car on my own, worse than that I was with my dad. You may question what this talk of trouble is since dad was in the passengers seat. Well, let me explain something, my dad is not the type of person to ease you into something. Dad’s way of thinking is, my son has just gotten his driver’s permit, he is ready to drive… anywhere. This resulted in the inexperienced teenager I was, behind the wheel driving on a mist and fog filled mountain road. Dad had a lot of faith in me that day. I remember my sweaty palms gripping the steering wheel and Dad continually reassuring me that everything was going to be okay. You know what, it was. To be honest, until this day, I attribute my driving skills and lack of tickets to that drive on the foggy mountain road.
I find that Jesus was like my dad. He never had Peter walk in a creek before he had him attempt to step out of the boat and walk on the Sea of Galilee. He called him to walk on deep water. This was all about trust and never about Peter.
In answering my call to go and share the gospel with others around the world, I feel really unqualified. There are people that have a much deeper understanding of the scriptures than I do, there are people that are much more bold about their faith than I am. Overall, there are much better people that Jesus could have called to do what I am about to do. However, once again I feel like that teenager sweating as my hand grips the steering wheel, listening to the instructions of my father. Except this time it is my heavenly father, instructing me and telling me everything is going to be okay.
