So Wednesday was turning out to be a normal Wednesday. It started with fencing (I am working on another college days, but it is hard since my classes are so broken up schedule-wise making it hard to make a decently lengthed post...but I digress.)
After fencing was breakfast at my new favorite coffee shop, which was followed by lab time, which was followed by walking from campus to the last debate class of the season
(Moment of silence)
Well, it has become somewhat of a routine that after debate I get picked up and taken to my brother's school, where he is then picked up and taken to his piano lesson. During his 45 minute lesson, we can't go home, because we live across town from his teacher, and by the time we'd arrive at home we'd have to turn around and go back. (or at least Dad would, I'd vote to stay home)
Anyway, my point is, we had 45 minutes to kill and pretty much nothing to kill it with. We bludgeoned a good 5 minutes getting jamba juices, but once that was done, we really didn't know what to do. Somehow, our conversation led to Matt retaking his driving test after he comes home from his big trips (he's leaving this Wednesday for Peru...). I jokingly remarked, "Speaking of which, can we find an abandoned parking lot?"
"Sure!"

Heheheheheheheheheee
As we found a good location, my thoughts echoed "I'm gonna drive a car! This is gonna be fun!"
I'm pretty sure Dad was thinking "She's gonna drive a car, we're both going to die."
We arrived at the parking lot, and switched seats. It's quite a powerful feeling to hold that steering wheel and know it that it was connected to neither go kart nor bumper car.
For some reason, I figured my experience with go karts and bumper cars had prepared me for this moment. I was proud of the fact that rather than ramming my bumper car into the others, I would carefully drive my little car around the circle, careful not to hit anyone, until our time was up. I even got good practice shouting "I HOPE YOU HAVE INSURANCE!!" whenever someone else decided to ram into my car.
Well...that was different. There was more to driving a car than one pedal to stop and the other to go. I suppose now would be the time to point out that the car I was driving was not only not one of these carnival rides, but was a clutch.
A clutch.
This added the confusing element of not only stop and go, but releasing the clutch pedal while pushing the gas, moving the lever thing to make sure it's in the right gear, and hitting both the clutch and the brake to stop, so as not to roll into a wall, pedestrian, or the like.
Believe me, it's not as easy as it sounds.
"Ok, Holly. Ease up on the clutch while pushing the gas."
VROOOOM
"You're pushing the gas too fast!"
"AAH!" ::hits brakes::
"You killed the engine."
(repeat ten times)
I did manage to get the car to move forward a little and backward a little. As I was backing into a parking space, I panicked and slammed the brakes. There was something about the car moving that made me panic and slam the brakes.
"You didn't need to stop. I'd tell you if you were getting too close to the curb."
When I got home that evening, I began thinking about my experience. Of course, I was still a little "first-drive high" (if you can call what I did driving) but I also began to see a deeper parallel.
Like my dad trusted me to not completely destroy his car, has not God entrusted us with some of His most important posessions? He trusts us with relationships, the lives of other people and probably most signficantly, a specific life calling. When we hear our pastors talking about people who listened to the promptings of God, we think "Yeah! I can do that!" but when God sets a task before us, we hit the brakes before even going anywhere. "Uuh, I can't do that. I'll look stupid. I'll fail. I need to stop before I hit the curb."
But this is just an excuse for our fear. The truth is we can't even see the curb. Too often we stop far before we're supposed to, and we miss the mark completely because of our insecurity. We forget that faith is blind, and God isn't going to lead us into a wall if we follow Him.
And yet every time we humans fail (or 'kill the engine' so to speak) instead of obliterating us for our uselessness, he gives us another chance...and another...and another...until we finally overcome those obstacles that keep us from moving forward.
Hmm..it's ten minutes to midnight.
Meaning this could be one of those posts that I write on Friday night, reread on Saturday, and think "Huuuh?"
^_^ Aaah, the beauty of late night posts.
Goodnight,
~*Hol
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