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.