Recently I drove two of my granddaughters to see their aunt working nearby.
Four-year-old Eden pipes up from her booster seat in the back, "Granna, are you a junky driver?"
I look to eight-year-old Sela for a translation. Patiently, she says, "Drunk driver."
Eden, always very much in her own reality, continues, "No, you're not a junky driver because you are just eating potato chips."
Well, certainly a junk food driver; however, on that particular day I was in the mood to count potato chips as a vegetable.
Nevertheless, the phrase stayed with me. We are the drivers of our life, maybe asking God to be in charge, maybe not.
But how junky are we? How much baggage do we bring that endangers the quality of our joyride--the stellar joyride of life God wants to navigate?
We eat the junk food of grudges, self-sabotage, isolation and thanklessness. We forget to plan for organizing our trips of life by setting aside time to get free and stay free, to strengthen and stay strengthened.
We are "junk" drivers of our lives and need to have a sobering moment of new love for ourselves.
Eden, potato chips or not, thanks for the reminder that I want to be safe and free and strong.
Drive well.
