I remember my first week driving a stick. Tina and I were on our way to the grocery store. We made it just fine from home to City Hall Avenue. As we slid up to the bump between City Hall Ave and Pleasant Street (you couldn’t really call it a hill), I shifted into neutral and came to the stop. Then with a line of traffic behind me, I proceeded to stall out for the next five minutes.
A knock on my window brought me out of my frantic litany: “Brake…clutch…key…shift…tac…release brake…stall…AUGHHH!!!”
“Problem buddy?” the guy at my window said none too pleasantly.
“Just learning to drive a standard.” I replied sheepishly.
He rolled his eyes,” Why don’t you get out and let me help you?”
I moved to the back. He slid into the driver’s seat and moved us around the corner.
“Think you’ve got it from here, or should I drive you home?” He jabbed.
“Thanks! I think I’ve got it from here.” Honestly, though, I wasn’t too sure about that.
I had just been defeated by a three-inch square hunk of plastic and metal. It was just a stupid little pedal, but until I mastered it I realized, I wasn’t going anywhere. Until I figured it out my entire driving experience was going to be nothing more than fits and starts.
I remember the day I finally felt the clutch. I can’t tell you exactly what made it click. It just did, and I started driving.
Maybe you’ve got a “little pedal” hanging you up today. It’s probably causing you some big stress. It probably seems like a really big deal. But it’s really only a small thing to our God.
Yep! Life is a lot like learning to drive a standard… lots of fits and starts. Hey! turn your little pedals over to Jesus and just keep practicing at them. They will click! Soon enough you will be driving off down the road smooth as sailing! 😉