Father Would You Drive?

 There is an old saying to "not put the cart before the horse." Sounds simple and it is, but not easy to practice.  From my own experience I find that I can sometimes begin to feel like I am the horse and not the cart.  I am the one driving things, providing the power and direction and all forward motion, any real progress is dependent upon me and my own power, my own actions.  

It is sort of like God is riding, like some visiting dignitary in my cart, and I just pull Him around and show Him my world.  But the truth of this relationship reveals itself when life's road gets rough. Then I want to go back to the cart and say "God, why don't you do something?  You are supposed to be all powerful." 

After an initial entitled sounding, arrogant response to hardship, reality settles in like early morning fog.  And, when pain and torment has stripped the pride away and removed the blinders from my eyes, my heart my soul, then, and only then, can I see.  Only then can I say it and mean it, "Father would you drive?'

And through hardship, pain, disappointment, I gain that "must have" attribute without which we can truly not approach God:  humility. 

 "If my people who are called by my name shall humble themselves and pray...then."  Humility comes before prayer.

"Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time."  I. Peter 5:6

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