Letting God Drive

For this week’s letter, I wanted to share something I’ve recently found the language to express, after dwelling on it for quite some time.

When I think about what it means to be led by the Lord, I don’t picture myself in control, with the Holy Spirit acting as my guide.

It’s not me driving while He gives directions — like a GPS I can choose to follow or ignore. That metaphor feels much too light for the type of surrender I strive to exist in.

I picture God in the driver’s seat. Not giving me turn-by-turn instructions from the passenger side, but fully in control of my vehicle.

I’m the one in the passenger seat, sometimes even in the back, unable to see my destination but travelling all the same. I’m on the journey, aware that I'm moving, but it’s neither my hands on the wheel nor my foot on the accelerator.

He chooses the route. He sets the speed. And where He goes, I go.

Despite how it may sound, this way of living isn’t passive. It’s a deeply intentional decision. A moment-by-moment choice to yield, even when I’d rather be in charge. I deeply desire God’s direction in every area of my life, in a way that can’t be fulfilled by the occasional answered prayer or the occasional moment of clarity on His will.

It can’t come from checking in like I would with a GPS.

There are of course still (many) moments when I reach for the wheel. Times when I’d rather go where I imagine to be best, or linger in the comfort of a season I feel safe in.

But if I’m honest, I just don’t trust myself enough to lead.

I don’t trust my flawed decision-making.
I don’t trust my limited perspective.
I don’t trust my biases.

I only trust Him. Because He’s proven Himself faithful, over and over again.

I’m reminded of Jeremiah 10:23:

"Lord, I know that people’s lives are not their own; it is not for them to direct their steps."

This verse humbles me every time I read it. It’s a simple but weighty truth: I was never meant to be in charge of my outcomes.

No matter how much I plan, prepare, or try to predict what’s ahead, the ability to direct my steps was never placed in my hands. It belongs to the One who sees the whole road, not just the next turn.

I hope this resonates with you in some way. Maybe it’s a reminder you needed, or maybe it offers a new way of seeing things.

Either way, I pray it encourages you to trust God a little more, even in the moments that feel uncertain.

WITH LOVE,

FEYISOLA