backseat drivers
Please, don't get me wrong.
They should tattoo this on my forehead:
WE LIVE IN A MYSTERY.
I TELL YOU WHAT WORKS FOR ME
AS BEST AS I CAN SEE.
BUT LIFE MAKES FOOLS OF US ALL.
So read me with your discretion.
in anticipation.
They always come around.
I just barrel ahead;
carry on, carry on, carry on.
The work of the morning goes on.
During Mass online,
the idea came to me:
these are tag-a-longs
like people who trail behind you
like sheep without a shepherd,
like noisy backseat drivers,
like rebels without a cause.
What cause? Well, to destroy you.
But they can't call the shots.
They can only provoke you
while morning business is done.
It's true, they drive you crazy.
They can beat you up.
But if you're purpose is firm,
ever fixed on the mark,
then you can get it all done
while they remain reactive,
scary but reactive.
(Like thespians on a stage,
their trick is to react.
90 percent reaction
makes for a good performance.
An actor told me that.
But that's another story.)
It's true, it's a dangerous game;
they always provoke your interest
by torture or attraction.
The demons have plenty of tricks.
But they remain in the backseat
if you drive through the morning
keeping your eye on the road.
And keeping your thoughts with God.
(Very, very important.
If God is driving your life
then you can drive your morning.
While demons remain in back.)
It's difficult and dangerous.
The demons have plenty of tricks
to focus attention on them
instead of where you're going.
Jesus, take the wheel
so I can drive through Hell.
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