Sometimes we are in the backseat of our own car.
The one we are supposed to be driving.
Yesterday I attended a fun wedding, where I ate the M&M's on the table indiscriminately and waited for the slice of wedding cake most slathered in icing.
I was in the backseat of my vegetables, plant-based eating car. When I steer--and eat whole-food, plant-based style, I am driving my health. Otherwise, I am a passenger at the mercy of some reckless driver (me, unchecked).
We drive so many cars: our budget car, our time-management car, our God-first car, our kindness-to-others car.
When we drive, we plan our money, we spend our time wisely, we keep God on our radar, and we put others before ourselves.
Sometimes I feel like life is this race track of bumper cars, all bumping into each other because I am in the backseat of all of them and they are moving my life without my own leadership.
What a gift that we have another chance to drive each day--God's mercies truly are new every morning (Lamentations 3).
God, driver mercies, please. And could You hide the M&M's?
