Today, I had my first-ever car accident.
And it was 100 percent my fault. It’s kind of nice when something’s 100 percent your fault – there’s no confusion. No ambiguity. No one else to blame. Nowhere to look but within.
You see, God knew I needed a wakeup call. To be honest, I was coasting. I had been feeling proud. And independent. And good. And in control.
There’s danger in self-sufficiency; prodigal sons often have an easier road to the Father than older brothers do.
God had put stop signs in my life, and roadblocks and red lights. I said I’d slow down and listen and make time for Him soon enough.
I never did.
I knew I needed Him, but I didn’t need Him.
And today, in a rush, in traffic, I turned without a full view of the other lane and smash. There I was. Totally culpable. Totally awake. But most of all – totally loved.
In fact, I haven’t felt so loved in days.
I didn’t have so much as a scratch or a strain.
The young woman whose car I hit was understanding. So understanding in fact, that I could hardly believe it.
We talked about work and life while we waited for the policeman, who was perfectly kind and humorous.
The cars were damaged, but minimally so.
More than anything, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace.
Had this happened three years ago, I’d probably have cried.
But that peace that passes understanding? That’s what I had. And then and there, I knew exactly why the accident happened.
It’s time to slow down, He told me. Make time for me. Remember my providence and provision, my blessings and benediction. You’re not perfect – you’re not in control – and aren’t you glad you’re not?
Surrender and give the wheel to me. I’ve got the map, I know where we’re headed, and frankly, I’m the better driver.
P.S. I’d been nudging you, but you needed a little crash to make the lesson hit home.
When our frailty shows, his strength can shine. Don’t be ashamed of making mistakes. They draw us to Him.