One fabulous Thinker

"Be still, and know that I am God." — Psalm 46:10 I've always loved speed, the thrill of being in the driver's seat, feeling the power beneath me, controlling the pace, daring the limits. Racing down the road, everything feels mine to manage every decision, every turn, every calculated risk. There's something about going fast that feels like freedom. The wind is rushing past. The world is blurring at the edges. The adrenaline that makes you feel alive. It's dangerous and exhilarating all at once, that edge where you're testing limits, proving you can handle whatever comes next. But here's the truth about racing: even at high speed, even with the danger and the thrill, I'm still in control. My hands are on the wheel. My foot is on the pedal. My eyes were fixed on what's ahead. Racing is controlled chaos. Precision. Speed with structure. Surrendering to God is nothing like that. Surrender means releasing the wheel entirely. Letting go of...