One Step at a Time

Driving a car is difficult for me.

Give me a written quiz about everything I’m supposed to do on the road, and I’ll coolly pass with flying colors. But stick me behind the wheel of a car and ask me to do the same, and suddenly I’m tense and easily flustered—especially if I’m driving in unfamiliar territory.

But I still like the freedom to go and can’t always depend on someone else to drive me. So I’ve learned a few tricks to cut down on potential panic, mainly by knowing where I’m going and exactly how I’ll get there.

A good way to drive. Not such a great way to live, especially since God refuses to operate that way.

For some reason, he won’t explain what my route is, street by street. He won’t tell me what construction, roadblocks, or traffic I’ll encounter. Often he won’t even give me a precise notion of where I’m supposed to be heading!

So I grumble about having to walk blindly forward, not knowing if I really am going forward.

But despite all my grumbling, I’ve discovered that often isn’t true. God rarely asks me—at least in my limited experience—to walk blindly. He just insists I take the step I see in front of me before he shows me the second one and take the second one before he reveals the third.

Not an easy way to walk for a “Show me all the directions” person like me. Yet God has never failed to bring me to my destination safely and right on time. Isn’t that just like Him?

Feet on the ground, head in the clouds,
Chawna Schroeder