You’re holding the steering wheel too tightly, honey.
Look at your white knuckles, hunched back, red eyes…
Just look at yourself.
You’re checking mirrors every 10 seconds, watching speed limits obsessively because what if you’re breaking any rules, right?
Getting irritating red lights, because you caught one of them, and now, it feels like you’re in traffic, waiting for every red light for an eternity.
And yes, of course, there is at least one police car stop you, and you’re trying to explain yourself so hard that you didn’t do anything wrong.
But in truth, you were shouting at trucks by sticking your hand out the window because you were so angry.
So angry with all this nonsense, the journey you were dying to take feels like it’s taking longer than you expected, and you question everything.
And maybe, just maybe, you should have stayed at home, right?
Listen, the reason you feel like this is that you think that you’re alone in this car.
You think that only YOU are responsible for the rainy air that holds the cars in the line for hours, the red lights that stop you constantly and make your journey miserable, the radars that control your speed every second…
How do I know?
Because I was that girl too.
That girl who thinks she should fight everything alone and cannot make any mistakes while doing it.
The girl wants to go somewhere beautiful, somewhere she can be someone.
And she gripped harder when she was scared.
She plans more when she doesn’t trust.
She micromanages and tries to control everything around her when she doesn’t believe it will work out for her.
As you know, that was exhausted. That was lonely, that was…You know how it was…
That doesn’t feel like she was a delicate, soft-hearted woman at all, despite wanting to be one of them.
Because she has to be tough to deal with all these obstacles, with all of these people by herself.
But then, suddenly one day, one of the darkest days actually, she remembered one thing, one thing only, and she let go of the steering wheel, got out of the driver’s seat, moved to the passenger seat, buckled up, and she sat down with her legs pulled up to her stomach.
What was that thing she remembered?
Well, she remembered that she is someone’s most precious.
She is someone’s favorite girl.
She is someone’s priority.
She is someone’s That Girl.
Someone wants to drive for her, someone waits for her to let go of trying to control everything so he can help her, and someone never lets anything bad happen to her ever.
There is someone who wants to help her simply because she is her.
Who was it?
GOD.
God has been sitting with her since the beginning of her journey, just waiting for her to understand this for all this time.
And when she finally realised that, when she finally understood that, do you know what she did?
She took the deepest breath of her life, she relaxed her shoulders, cried, cried, cried, and finally she relieved.
Because even the moments she taught that she was alone, she was unloved, she was unsuccessful, she was not enough…
Even when she felt like there was no one standing behind her…
There was someone, the only one she needed, who loves her, cherishes her, plans for her, protects her, holds her hand, hugs her, wants the best for her, and is proud of her.
And when she saw that loud and clear, she finally let go of the control to someone who can only control.
Do you know what changed that very moment?
When she let go of the control, she gained real control.
Because she cracked the secret code of life.
The code of believing, trusting, and having faith in God.
THAT saved her.
That helped her to sleep at night with trust.
That helped her to take one more step with courage.
That helped her to understand that everything happens for her, not to her.
That makes her powerful, because now she knew…
She knew that no one could stand in her way, because she had an army that no one could ever pass away.
Are you asking what happened next?
Well, slowly, she started to love her new seat.
She starts to think that in the passenger seat, she can enjoy the road, sip her coffee, and watch the beauty of her journey, her road, her life.
And knowing that, believing that makes her sleep when she is tired.
Enjoy her free time because someone takes care of the rest.
Enjoy the working time because someone helps her to fix the most difficult problems,
And maybe you won’t believe me, but…
Slowly, she started to love being on the road.
She was no longer impatient to reach the end of the road.
Because, unlike other people, she knew that the destination was never what mattered.
It was the road, and the One who took the road with.
