Russell A. Cardwell Online

I heard a story about a little girl who got on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride with her mom. She spent the whole time gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles as the car barely missed colliding with a train, careened through ditches and hedges, knocked down walls and plowed through buildings. When the ride was over, she turned to her mom and said, “Next time, you drive. I didn’t know where I was going.”

That’s kind of the way I feel about my whole life! Sometimes I wish I could start over and turn to God and say, “Next time, you drive. I didn’t know where I was going.” But at least (when I remember) I can loosen my grip on the wheel, knowing that God laid the tracks and knows the way, and I can just relax and enjoy this wild ride wherever it goes.

• What a Ride
• Messy Meditation on Discipline and Stuff