There’s a part of my husband’s personality that I don’t understand. And there’s something about me he can’t relate to.
He’s never tempted to worry. Ever. About anything. I don’t think he knows how.
I’ve never been tempted to drive fast. I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket. I’m content to poke along in the slow lane, and I don’t mind if people pass me.
The other day our worlds came together in a beautiful way–his temptation to push the speed limit and mine to race from peace to worry.
It all started when he asked if I wanted to ride with him to test-drive the 1976 Laguna he’s restoring.
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He cranked the old, red Laguna, and the vroom-vroom-vroom reminded me of the first time I rode in his 1965 GTO. We were 15 and 16. He’d shifted gears back then too. I remembered the power. The speed. My hair swirling in the wind.
He’s always loved fast cars and loud engines.
Here we are in his 1972 Roadrunner before prom.
After we rode in the Laguna, we ran errands in my Dodge Journey.
Over 40 years later. The same man. Same love of speed.
But he did something totally out of character.
It was as if he became a new person.
He drove slower than normal, content to let cars zoom ahead of him.
“What are you doing?” I said.
“Usually we get 20 miles per gallon, but I’m up to 26.4 miles.” He pointed to the white arrow between 15 and 30. “If we keep the red line on the right side of the arrow, gas mileage improves.”
In all our years together, he’d never acted concerned about gas mileage.
“That’s neat. What’s your secret?”
“Feathering the gas pedal and coasting. Every now and then, I glance at the white arrow.”
He was driving slowly. Like me. With no sense of urgency.
Understanding came in the flicker of a moment, and the Red Sea parted in my mind.
Change is possible for anyone–even me! If my husband, who loves speed, can choose to a drive differently, surely I can do the same thing with my thoughts.
I can put the brakes on worry.
I can refuse to go from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds.
I can focus on God the same way Rick checks the white arrow.
I have a choice.
I don’t have to race full-speed ahead into worry. Instead, I can choose to coast and pray. Click to tweet
Are you struggling with something? Do you drive too fast? Does worry tempt you? Is it something else? Please share!