I don't know much about cars. I know how to turn one on, how to fill it with gas, and how to pay someone at Jiffy Lube to change the oil. Besides that, I'm pretty clueless. So, if something goes wrong with my car, I probably am not going to fix it myself. If I want it to run better, I'll probably take it to an expert. The people who know the ins and outs of my car. The people who understand how it was made, and have maybe even made a car on their own before. It would be silly not to trust my car in their hands.
But for some reason, I find myself not always being able to trust my life in God's hands. I think that I can fix it, that I know how to make my life better. I forget that He is the one who created me. I forget that He is the one who knows my deepest secrets. I forget that He is the one who instilled my dreams and passions in me.
Maybe if I were to reflect on that more often, I would be better at living out the following lines:
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in your hands
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