Anytime Lindsey and I spend significant time together in the car there is a little bit of… well.. friction. Don’t get me wrong, we have plenty of fun. We listen to (and make fun of) each other’s favorite bands, we have a really nerdy word podcast we listen to (Lexicon Valley, if you’re interested), and generally have a good time spending some time alone.
Then, we get to Dallas.
Those of you who know me well know that I don’t have great love for that city, but that is not what this is about. It’s about the traffic, the construction, and the really, really, horrendous drivers. I’m sure you see where this is going. We both trust each other, until we’re behind the wheel. With all of the things you have to watch for and be careful of while navigating that city, it puts the reality of how much you trust someone as a driver to a real test.
But there is good news. Each time we go through Dallas it gets a little bit better. We trust the other person a bit more. We bite our tongue a bit more, and we have a few more laughs and a few less tense words. The improvement is gradual, it is progressive, but that is how it should be.
We don’t change overnight. If we did, I don’t think we would value it as much or see how far we have come. The slow change and the painful growth is good. In any struggle, the quick answer is never the right one.
Lindsey and I believe that God is the only one who can bring this change, but that in His work we still have to make our decisions to change. We have to change our mind and press on in doing the right thing, time after time. I can’t explain how it works, but we see that it does. Even in Dallas.