Today there are moms who drive 'taxis' - delivering their livestock to school, soccer games, ballet, piano, and karate - according to the wishes of those on board. Only in these cases, it is often the driver handing over the cash.
We've all been driven somewhere by someone. Sometimes the driver is unaware of the passenger, and vice-versa. Often we claim in such instances that the 'destination' is insanity as in "You are driving me crazy." To which one might reply, "Well, it's a short trip." And thus the ride is made a little longer.
I myself have driven my kids mad just by singing off key or telling unfunny jokes...on purpose. They have done the same to me using their own unique methods of torture.
Life's circumstances are often beyond our contol and we are driven, pushed, prodded, even catapulted, and dumped before the throne of God. People are tools in the Lord's hands to be used by Him for His own glory. He will bring us to Himself by whatever means necessary. Drivers wear many faces: that of a family member, a friend, an illness, an addiction, rejection, heartache, grief, and worry. They can be ugly and offensive and corrupt. How we arrived is not as important as the fact that we ended up helpless before the Helper, with nowhere else to go and no other solution or answer. Sometimes, the cross is the end of the line.
Therefore be thankful. Each and every trial is meant to direct our attention to Christ. Though we might arrive beaten and crippled, we can leave strengthened in His might. Let us be grateful for everyone and every thing that drove us to this point. It is always, always for our good. So, the next time you and I are dropped off at the feet of Jesus, let's ask Him for an extra portion of His love for those taxi drivers because they need it, too.
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