I often drive with Jesus in the passenger seat, and we have a colloquy. At times I imagine Christ somewhat sarcastically calling me out on my complaints. “Really? You thought that was sooo bad?”
“I know. You are right,” I reply, and instantly my priorities are reshuffled, and my anxieties are smothered in awareness of the goodness I have around me.
More often than not, though, my traveling companion will challenge me to act on things I have been resisting out of fear or insecurity. One thing about riding alone in a car with Christ is that there is nowhere to hide. Both of us know my truths. Both of us know my fears. Both of us know where I am being called. Sometimes only one of us believes I can really get there. But hearing that belief that Christ has in me, just as clearly as if it were the voice of my best friend, is the confidence-builder I need to take that next step.