We drove home in separate cars after a dinner date with family.
“I’ll follow you,” I remember saying to my husband. The problem is that I am not a good follower.
Bruce stays in one lane and puts on cruise control. He’s steady and unchanging.
I hate driving in the slow lane. I have a need for speed. I zip past by the grandma inching along at a snail’s pace.
Full throttle is my motto.
Plus, I am easily distracted. The car becomes my concert hall as I belt out the lyrics to my playlist.
I have a highly active imagination. As I drive, I like to replay conversations with full-blown play-by-play sideline analysis.
On this particular night, crazy girl drifted off into dream land. My lead foot pushed on right past my stalwart leader, and I woke up in the middle of nowhere.
Uh-uh. Where am I? Nothing looked familiar.
I frantically dialed my man to ask for direction. He patiently talked me back to reality and safe haven.
In my spiritual life, I must confess that this happens often. I rush off into my day and leave God in my rear-view mirror.
To pray big, I must learn to yield. I must heed His yellow lights, stay faithfully in my lane, and follow at God’s speed limit, not mine.
Lord, lead me in the path of life.
Let’s Talk: Do you have a spiritual speeding problem like me? How do we slow down and yield the right of way to Him?
This year, my desire is to lift up holy hands and “Pray Big.” Want to join me? I’ve created a private “Pray Big” Facebook group for like-minded sisters to share their stories and surrender each one to our mountain-moving God in prayer. Let’s cry out to God together.