Driving blind is an adventure.
Sometimes I have absolutely no idea where my path is leading. Kind of like I’m driving blind. It’s a scary feeling, especially since I like to be in control.
For a while there I thought I was to be a pro speed skater. I loved it. Lived for it. Was obsessed with it.
And that might have been the problem.
Nothing else but that mattered. My faith, friends, and family took a hit. I put skating in front of everything.
But when I stopped, I stepped into the unknown. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.
I was driving blind.
But that’s okay. With my faith back in the driver’s side where it should be, I trusted my direction.
It’s not been an easy road by any means, and there are still bumps, but when faith is driving my car, I can handle the bumps.
And it’s a wild adventure, that’s for sure.
So, what—or who—is driving your car?