The only time I can honestly say I’m in neutral is when I’m going through a car wash. Maybe that is what neutral is all about.
My hands are off the steering wheel. My feet can’t touch the pedals. My attenae is down, and my side mirrors are pulled in. I’m being carried along in a straight line by an established track. By the end, my car will be cleaner than when I entered.
Will that be the end result of my life?
Will I be so confident in God’s track that I can place myself in neutral, take my hands off the steering wheel, keep my feet off the brake and accelerator pedals, put down my antennae, and tuck in my rear-view mirrors?
Will I let Him wash me? Will I let Him dry my face?
Will I let Him go beyond the exterior and wipe down my interior? Will I let Him suck out all the grit I’ve tracked into my soul?
Will I be willing to let Him carry me along to the end?
Let your eyes look straight ahead;
fix your gaze directly before you.
Give careful thought to the paths for your feet
and be steadfast in all your ways.
Do not turn to the right or the left;
keep your foot from evil.
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