The Vehicle of Life is Driven by God!

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The Vehicle of Life is Driven by God!

HE has the ultimate GPS—God’s Purposed System. When you sit as a passenger in a car with someone that is known for perfect driving skills, you know that you are in safe hands.  You can truly rest and trust in the decisions of the driver and know that you will arrive safely to your destination.  This is true when considering God is the expert driver and we are the anxious passenger.

We make the choice to jump out of the vehicle at every speed bump—falling to the ground, crying, worrying, and seeking comfort in the arms of anyone nearby. Of course, there will be moments when God allows us to get out, take a breath, and process our emotions. Hopefully, those around us will offer Godly counsel, gently guiding us back to the vehicle where God has been patiently waiting with His foot on the brake.

Inevitably, we get back in—not because we have all the answers, but because we trust that God is able. He’s done it before, and He will do it again. The brake is there so we can take a moment to feel and be human, but it was never meant to be a permanent stop. We are not called to park—we are called to move forward, gradually and purposefully.

Now, be mindful: who is driving your vehicle?

If you’re riding with the enemy, you’ll know it. The journey will be chaotic—hitting every pothole, every speed bump, making reckless turns, ignoring Godly counsel. You will never rest. You can’t. You're being jolted around, your nerves are constantly on edge, and fear takes the place of peace. How can you think positively? How can you believe you will survive and thrive when not even the seatbelt can hold you securely.  Your face print is left on the window. The enemy wants you to get banged up or leap out the vehicle because that is when he hopes we will be too hurt to pray or have faith.

Get in the vehicle with God!

Put on your seatbelt and arrive safely at your destination.

And when you do, don’t forget to say thank you—and give God a 5-star rating!

Because the true win is helping someone else get there too!

Amen?! Amen!

Stay Plugged Into Peace

🔎Time to Connect: 

Share a time when you faced a challenge and you felt or acted like you were in pieces only to get on the other side of the problem and realize God was in control and the melt down was a waste of time!


😊👋Hello there! As a wife and mom who strives to be observant and receptive to family, friends, and associates, I’ve learned so much—and yet, I’m still progressing and processing through life. I started my collection of notes back in 2018 and always considered sharing them in a more public way. What I’ve come to realize—or rather, embrace—is that we all go through seasons of success and setbacks. We all experience the joys and the pains that come with them. But one thing is certain: no matter the circumstances, we each have to find a way to embrace the outcome—wholly and solely. No one can truly express our feelings better than we can, even if we choose to keep them hidden. Our thoughts are deeply personal, and no one else can fully understand them the way we do. Ever been happy—or unhappy—and someone asks, “Are you okay?” You say “yes”… but your face tells a different story? Bingo! 🎯 Let’s talk about it—or at least think it through together. 💭

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