The Driving Exam

It has been the hardest thing I have yet endured this year-my driving exam. This was something that literally kept me up at night for a whole year! I never liked driving; never liked associating myself behind the wheel moving the machine; everything about it just scared me and I knew before I tried that I’d be a hopeless driver.

When the time came, when I was pushed and forced by everyone I knew I had to get this problem sorted out, I felt like I had to face death.

So finally the day came and all I remember is how sick I felt and how bad I wanted to get it over with. My first try, I failed the one part I was dreading-a.k.a ‘the slope’. Even though I passed what most people would fail-the road-I still wasn’t happy because I had to return to that place again to pass the obstacle course.

So a while later, I came back and this time I was actually confident. I got through the tough parts but at the very end, on my three point turn, apparently I backed up too far and my bumper went over the white line. So the guy stopped me, asked me to step out, sign this paper, and apparently, I had failed, again. I had never felt *so* angry in my life. A second time? Seriously?? I really wanted to blow up something. I started telling myself, “That’s it. I’m never driving again...” What was worse was having to go back and tell those who knew that I had failed, again. All I wanted to do at that point was just sit at a corner and cry.

I set a date to make another go at it. I didn’t think much of it during the days in between-wasn’t bothered to be bothered by it. Finally when Sunday came and I had my practice round, I was a mess. I kept making mistakes over again, and this time, I actually hit a pole, something I had never done, ever! I remember tearing up in the car with my instructor in it, feeling like the world’s worst driver. I couldn’t sleep at all on Sunday. It was when I woke up and that I realized I actually did manage to sleep. I called an Uncle of mine. It was nice talking to him because he made me laugh; I really needed that;

laughter always helps me in moments of intensity.

Long story short, I finally made it. I got through everything and now I have that stupid piece of plastic that allows me to drive freely on the road.

One important thing, even though it was so hard for me, God had me taken care of at all times. It’s scary sometimes, going through something that you have no control over and feeling so helpless. I think I forget that easily; we get so caught up in the moment sometimes, we forget what’s most important; in this case, I really had nothing to worry about. It’s simple, He’s like a father to us, and whatever a father can do for his child, he will. And the other thing, never give up. As corny and cheesy as it sounds, it’s so true. We fall ever so often real easy. And people make the mistake by choosing to stay down instead of getting up.

We have to really start giving God the credit that He deserves, believing that the little(or big)things that we have no control over can be taken care of by Him.

This is my story.

This is my faith.

I have nothing else in this world, not unless it’s Him. God got me through this and I’m eternally grateful for that. No words can express it, I’m just so damn happy.

BE STRONG IN THE GRACE