“Lord, Help me to be a safe driver for my children.”
That’s a weird prayer.
Definitely one I’ve never prayed before, but last night as I was driving through my little town with two precious angels in the back seat, I suddenly found myself praying those words.
That’s weird, I thought. I’m an excellent driver with an excellent driving record. I’m not known for being reckless, I don’t text/drink and drive. I don’t get distracted or turn around and discipline my children (even if they need it) while driving.
When I drive, I just drive. Carefully.
For an all-around good driver, it seemed like a strangely random prayer.
Not 60 Seconds Later while driving on a slightly larger road I saw headlights coming out of the darkness, straight at us. For a moment I was utterly bewildered. At last, my brain accepted that a car was being driven on the wrong side of the median strip – he was driving southbound in a northbound lane. MY lane.
With plenty of room to spare I pulled over to the shoulder and laid on the horn (s/he should know s/he’s doing something utterly wrong) and kept driving.
There was no screeching of tires, or close calls, but it was a very dark strip of road and a potentially dangerous situation.
That little, random prayer suddenly made sense. Do I think my little prayer saved us? No. Not at all. It just seemed to be God’s way of reminding me that,
He sees where I’m heading. He knows everything that is coming at me – and He’s like, I got this.
“Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save,
nor his ear too dull to hear.” Is. 59:1
Clothed with Joy 