It ain’t like it used to be.

When my grandmother taught me to drive on her old country county road—that old one lane asphalt road … the road that if you met an oncoming car, as a courteous driver, you had to pull completely off the road to let others pass—well, let’s just say that automobiles were different then.

My grandmother had a Buick with a bench seat in front. Three people could ride up front. When she first began teaching me to drive, I sat in her lap. When I got old and tall enough to start really practicing and she sat me in the driver’s seat—when my feet could reach the pedals—she sat right next to me, in the middle of the bench. She was the most patient teacher. Because if I made the least wrong move, her foot could be on that brake pedal in a flash.

Well, I’ve been helping teach my daughter to drive. There is a center console between us. My hands can reach the steering wheel, but let me assure you, if I need the brake, I’m dreadfully out of luck. My brake access is blocked by a console for drinks and change, of all things, and a little thing called an automatic gear shift. And when you have a beginner driver, that’s a scary position to be in. I am totally helpless. And the threat of death feels too imminent. Though my baby girl’s a good driver, I’ll admit that I’ve done a heap of praying from that passenger seat.

And I’ve had to help teach her to parallel park. Yes, let the girl who failed parallel parking, in her first car without power steering, teach you. The best uncle in the world was gracious to step in to help advise. Even I can parallel park now. Glory hallelujah!

But some things never change.

Walking this life with the Lord in the driver’s seat can be daunting. It’ll bring you to pray. And as confusing as it might be for some to understand, it’s the only way to make it safely to our destination. It’s the only way to be accomplished.

When you wonder —

Lord, how can you take me there?
Lord, how can we get there?
Lord, why would you take me there?
Lord, when will we get there?
Lord, are you sure you don’t need me to take over?
Lord, are you sure you don’t need the brake?
Lord, are you sure you don’t need to speed up?
Lord, what are you doing?

We lean back against the trusty car in our trusty jeans and trusty T-shirts and trusty tennis shoes, with folded arms, and try to direct. Because we think we know best. We think we know where we should be going, how we should be going, why we should be going, and exactly when.

And we press our imaginary brake over and over. We wish we could reach that gas pedal. And we impolitely reach for the wheel, because bottom line, we don’t trust Him. And He says, “No. I know the way. Because I am the truth and the life, but I’ll use your assistance.”

It’s interesting that we learn at an early age to drive well, but we also need to learn at an early age to ride well.

We must learn to sit back, pray, and enjoy the journey at His pace, at His direction. Roll down the window on this ride of life, breathe in the fresh spring air, and admire the blooming irises.

 Wendy Macdonald, I think of you.