I really do love driving.
Yes, I do prefer other methods of transportation far more than being driven anywhere.
But when I am the one behind the wheel
for whatever reason
it's different.
i don't think i know why.
Today, I spent eight hours in the car.
For three of those seemingly endless moments, I was the passenger. The blissful remainder, I was the driver.
It was cruelly hot. The sun was ridiculously bright, and even my overhead shields did nothing to ward off its pounding rays against my arms and cheeks.
My car radio has a weird quirk, in that I cannot play a song too loud or else it crackles horribly.
But honestly, I didn't care. Not even a little.
The windows were down, and the music was as loud as my stereo's odd personality would allow. oh, the freedom.
a car is one thing. but my life...
that's another thing completely.
It's a relief, I think, to not have to drive my life.
when i'm the one behind the wheel of this vintage-styled
rachel lee 1990
i tend to wreck it more than i should.
What a relief to know that the wheel is in His hands
and I am asleep in the passenger seat.
The mind of man plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps. ~Proverbs 16:9
