SHE will not be a passenger seat driver
Nobody likes a passenger seat driver. You know that person that offers unsolicited driving directions even though your GPS is clearly in full use. As you switch lanes, they instinctively will swivel their own body to double check what you’re already checking, or they’ll tell you to watch out or slow down although your foot was already on the brake because you too have eyes to see the pending red light.
Early on in my driving career, I had to learn that as the driver you have the final say when it comes to the turns and stops of that heavy hunk of metal. Case in point:
It was a warm July in 2009. Like most students over the summer in a small midwestern college town, I was out with friends trying to find something to do. I volunteered as the driver for the day and enjoyed the tunes that my friend, turned personal DJ, was blasting throughout the car while the rest of us made sad attempts to reach all the notes of the song. As I pulled up to a red light, I took a quick scan of the intersection, nothing abnormal. I continued my dance choreography as I waited for the green arrow to guide the way. Unfortunately, all I got was a green light which signaled for me to wait in the left lane for oncoming cars to pass first. From all perspectives of the car, the road was clear.
“Go!!” they all yelled, which was shortly accompanied by the consecutive honks of the car behind me expecting me to turn. From their perspective the road was clear and I was clearly missing out on the blessing that the green light had offered me.
What they didn’t see was that the semi opposite of me, was completely blocking my view of oncoming traffic. Before stopping at the light, I knew that there were a series of cars that were pulling out of an adjacent street and would most likely join the oncoming traffic shortly. To appease the people, I gently pulled up to the intersection to peer around the truck only to barely miss the swipe of one of the cars, followed by several other cars, that had inevitably pulled out onto the road.
Needless to say, the car behind me took their hand off of the horn, and the passengers in my seat instantly got quiet, as did I. I realized at that moment that as the driver I will always have a different perspective from the rest of the car. So I cannot base my actions off of the limited perspective of others, even if they mean well.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your way and my thoughts than your thoughts”
Now, raise your hand if you are the spiritual passenger seat driver in God’s plan for your life. *raises both hands, and my right foot*. Sometimes we can be guilty as charged of trying to tell God what to do and when to do it, because we think we see the big picture. If you’re like me, we can get angry and impatient with God because He isn’t opening a door or changing a circumstance when we see fit. All the while, we don’t realize that He sees past the semis and other clear distractors in our lives that block what He knows can harm us.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
God wants us to live the best version of our lives that brings Him glory. He’s not interested in the people in our lives that may be honking at us to hurry up and get that new house or book that vacation we can’t afford. He wants us to trust Him above all else that He knows what He’s doing. So sit back in your passenger seat, and stop trying to take the wheel, you have an experienced driver taking you to your next destination.
In what ways are you a passenger seat driver?