A generational blessing in our family is one of back seat drivers. What a great place to learn how to pray!
My daughter told me a cute story about a back-seat driver, her daughter Susanna, who is four. After picking up Sookie from preschool and buckling in her back car seat, Carrie tried several times to start the car. Noticing her daughter observing her, Carrie remained peaceful and turned to Sookie in the back seat. “Do you want to join hands with me and pray?” The two prayed, but the car still did not start. Then Sookie said “Mommy, it’s in the wheel.” Her mom questioned her again. “It’s in the wheel,” the little back-seat driver said. Carrie turned the wheel and the car started immediately.
Back up 33 years. Carrie was two and sitting in the back seat of my car. We just moved from Chicago to a small Arizona town and I was dealing with culture shock big time. No Shopping mall and no modern anything. We took a big pay cut and I just enrolled my oldest child in kindergarten at a new school. No friends. New church. No car.
One day my husband purchased a car for me on the way home from work. The car was only a few years old and the price was too good to pass up but I had to learn how to shift the gears manually. Before work one morning I got my first lesson with Tom sitting at my side and our toddler in the back seat. I wanted to learn it in one morning and I was frustrated because the car kept dying out. Then I heard Carrie say “You should ask Jesus to help you, Mommy!” All the tension broke and my smile returned!
Oh, these back seat drivers that love the Lord. They’re the best!
This story links to Hazel’s website, Tell Me A Story.