Who is Really Driving?

When my brother was little, he used to love cars. So my mother bought him a toy steering wheel that he used to attach to the back of the seat in front of him. He used to have such a good time "driving" the car. Every time he would be in the car, he soul sit in the back, carefully maneuvering things with his little steering wheel. He would gleefully make vroom vroom noises as he navigated up hills and around bends. Sometimes the car in front would make a short stop, and my brother would be proud to steer the car around him and avoid an accident. He would get so intent on his "driving" that one would almost forget that he was not really doing anything outside of his imagination. In reality though, his careful maneuvers and excellent steering capabilities were not doing anything.

And this is the way we live our lives. We plan and plan and plan. We think it's us making all these brilliant decisions. We think we need to do it all on our own or else we'd crash. But we are as silly as the little child who thinks that their toy is preventing accidents on the road. There is Someone else driving the car. It's really not in our hands.