Jesus, take the wheel

I may write on trust, hope, faith and love (which I personally have never experienced) in relationships. And then some on life, but this is a blog right? So Im going to feed into that and use it as a crutch to get a little personal. Though many of my blogs come from experiences and things I have witnessed I never talk about a personal experience in my life. This past school year wasn't what anyone would call a typical college year. I used to think that playing a sport was the most physical and mentally wearing activity in life you could have. That was before relationships and such who met me at the door of college my freshman year. Having not dated much in high school, and always being consumed by sports I found it easy to slide by under the radar of social life and the problems that ensued. I turned down the opportunity to play basketball and Wheaton because I knew school would be a feat in itself, and that has turned out to be very true. But not only that, I was in experienced with that of the opposite sex and dealing with the new atmosphere I was thrust into. Since being at Wheaton I have felt like I have been on a bumpy road in which case no matter how much caution I take in trying not to hit my head on the ceiling of this car called life...somehow I always do. And that is how I began to live my life, controlled by the fear of not failing, and living each day not to succeed, but to not fail. At first I thought this would surly help me to succeed by avoiding failure at all cost, controlling every minuscule aspect of my life I could. But as I have said before, no matter what I would do, I kept hitting my head on the ceiling. Every time I would, it brought me down even farther, the the pain felt like it lasted forever. It wasn't until the events of this past year that I was gracefully by the hand of God given an open view and a question I had not yet thought to answer. Who was driving the car? I know this analogy might be hard to follow but it does fit, I promise. I was always sitting in the passenger seat of my life, so focused on not feeling the pain of dissapointment I couldn't see the whole picture. I was letting the controlling, fearful A typical behavior of my human life drive the car, letting God steer only at certain times for fixed amounts of time because my fear, was bigger than my trust in him as the ultimate and perfect driver. When, and only when I sat on my knees with my arms dangling at my sides did I finally let Jesus take the wheel. This is something I want everyone to realize, who is driving your car? Who really has the steering wheel, and how often do we try to steer for ourselves. Then, how far does that get us, when we give the control and power to Christ, we will stop fearing of hitting our heads or the pain that comes after, because we know we are not heading down the same monotonous bumpy road, but the right road for us which will lead to smooth sailing.