Monday, June 1, 2009

Rainstorm.

My dad and I were at a small table at Buca di Beppo on Saturday night. He offered to take me to the airport so I could hang out with K, H, and E (my nieces-6,4, & 2) in the beautiful Pacific Northwest while their mommy and daddy have a grown-up vacation this week. So we came up the night before, and he had a coupon, so he said the magic words: "You wanna go to Buca?"



Have you met me? HA!



We were sitting at an itty-bitty table in the corner enjoying our meal when our sweet waitress, a girl named Elizabeth, said that we shouldn't leave Buca because funnel clouds were all around us.

My first thought was that if we were forced to spend the night at Buca, they would probably have really good bacon and eggs available for purchase the next morning.

Then I declared that a bad thought.



Well, I had a piece of chocolate cake (of which I only ate one-fourth, which was probably even too much) in front of me and was feeling like Bruce Bogtrotter in that chocolate cake scene from Matilda. I had one eye on the television but wasn't really too concerned. A few minutes later everyone had decided to hit the dusty trail and Buca was officially closed a few hours early due to the twisters around the Indy area. My dad and I followed suit, ready to get back to the hotel.

My dad took the wheel of that little Ford Focus, and it began to rain.


Bloggerotsky, forget cats and dogs. It was raining Lion King animals.

The funny thing was, the little pansy sitting in the passenger seat didn't even break a sweat! Now had I been behind the wheel myself, Miss Independent, trying to make it back to the hotel, I would have pulled over and had the ugly cry for which I am pretty much infamous.

I would have panicked and probably would not have been able to navigate. The GPS would have stressed me out and put me in further panic mode, much like the sidekick in every movie that tells you when something bad is about to happen but does nothing to stop it.



Instead, because my dad, who has a lot more driving experience and general wisdom, was behind the wheel, I was really not concerned in the least. In fact, he may or may not have gotten frustrated at some points because I was so completely content to play on facebook with my BlackBerry in the midst of said Lion King storm.



I knew that my dad knew better than me in this situation and that I should just probably sit back and try to enjoy a little adventure. I wasn't driving, and that was best.



It reminds me of God, my friends.



In 1 Peter 5:7, we are told: "Cast your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you."



My dad cared for me and wanted me to make it back to the hotel safely. He was able to be trusted.

We got back to the hotel safely that night.





My God also knows all things and has my best interests at heart. He is able to be trusted too. I believe that it is best when Jesus drives the car in this life, and you've seen what happens when I drive, so I let Him drive with full assurance that HE is able to be trusted far much more than I am. Let the rain fall. I don't have to be afraid because Someone who loves me and knows much more than me is behind the wheel.



Big or small, God cares about the things that concern our hearts, and I am so thankful we serve a God who can be trusted.

10 comments:

Susan said...

I believe I needed that reminder this morning. Thank you lovely lady.

Jenn said...

Wonderfully said. Glad you are safe!

bethany said...

Hi Lauren,

My name is Bethany and I read about you on Angie Smith's blog. Just wanted to hop on and say hello and that I am inspired by your testimony. I look forward to continued reading!
Blessings to you today!

Jennifer said...

I definitely needed to hear those words this morning!

Kathryn @ Expectant Hearts said...

You wrote:
Big or small, God cares about the things that concern our hearts, and I am so thankful we serve a God who can be trusted.

And I want to get in my car and drive to that little town in the Pacific Northwest so that i can give you a BIG hug and tell you how grateful I am to call you friend! (Even though we've never met in person.. yet). I SO needed to hear this today. Truthfully, I need to here this EVERY day. I KNOW that it's true.. But oh, I have a hard time believing it in my heart lately.. Thank you!

KA said...

Hello Lauren - thanks for the reminder of how I should allow Him to be the driver in my life. I am stopping by after reading your story on Angie's blog - again, thanks for your inspiration there!!! Hope you have a great day! I look forward to more of you at "That Girl"! Hugs! :)

Anonymous said...

Thanks so much for this post full of wisdom. My dad is undergoing a bonemarrow/stem cell transplant procedure tomorrow and my heart has been full of worry. Then just with the click of a keyboard I am reminded that my real father who cares so deeply for me, is in control and I can count on him no matter how anxious or troubled I am. I can't wait to visit your blog again!

Lex said...

We talked about truly trusting God in Bible study last night and then I read this... I think "trust" is a word that God is really throwing at me this week :). Thank you so much for this illustration... such a great example! Kinda reminds me of the song "Jesus, take the wheel". He is in control and we need to let Him do His "thang"! :) Great blog... I'll be sharing it with others :).

Anonymous said...

Lauren,

You are gifted! Thank you for sharing the story of you and your father. you are so right. We do serve a God who can be trusted.

Tamara B said...

Just left a long comment above but also wanted to mention that it has been a long time since I've been to a BdB's place to eat... wow. Sometimes it makes me miss living near a city :)