I was riding in the front seat

Tryin’ very hard to be the driver

Thinking I was making real goo time

Always winding up the late arriver

But now I’m trying out the back seat

And I find that that it’s a very great relief

Now I’m ridin in the back seat

And I’m leaving all the driving to the chief!                                      Love Song 1972

But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content. Psalm 131:2

I was thinking about the words of this old song yesterday as sometimes it seems that life takes some twists and turns that I wish would not happen. I am often finding myself struggling with the steering wheel, but there is no grater relief and no greater path to real soul peace than to just letting Father strap me into the child’s seat and leave “all the driving to the chief!”