I was walking through a truck stop parking lot one time, when a bright shiny big rig came rolling past. I glanced up into the cab, to see two ladies, ramrod straight like royalty, the driver expertly weaving through traffic, and the passenger looking down from on high as if at peasants toiling in her fields. They seemed so comfortable, so confident; almost regal.
I saw them later in the restaurant, and they had returned to the stature of common everyday human beings.
I have noticed this phenomenon since, and I’ve thought about it a great deal.
Sherlene is a great navigator, better than me. She remembers truck stops, directions, and details that are lost on me. She is a great driver as well. She is very attentive, checking her mirrors, shifting up and down through the gears, aware of everything going on around her.
I truly believe she is in her element when she is by herself, behind the wheel, on her way to somewhere 2000 miles away.
I enjoy knowing that Sherlene is confident behind the wheel. I like that she enjoys what she does.
She is more comfortable and confident now than I have ever known her to be, and from what she says, ever.
I have to say; I like that.
I wonder if it was that way in the garden of Eden? The relationship between man and woman has changed since then with child birth, and being placed in a subservient role and all of that. Was Eve a confident, self sufficient, well adjusted individual? I think so. Everything else has deteriorated since we left the garden, and I believe womanhood has too. (Don’t get me started on manhood)
I see glimpses of the “garden Eve” in Sherlene. When she is driving by herself for instance, or fixing our computer, or gardening. Things she is comfortable with.
Part of the reason is because she is in a relationship where she is enjoyed and appreciated for the person that she is.
But that is not nearly the entire reason.
A large part of the reason is her relationship with the Father.
In the garden, Eve’s relationship with the Father was perfect, open, engaging.
That relationship has deteriorated since the garden as well, but Sherlene has an assurance she has never had before, it is more open, and engaging, and comfortable.
I think that is the main reason Sherlene has the confidence she does. It’s not because of her new line of work, or because of me.
It’s because she knows that she is the daughter of the King.
Royalty indeed, in her bright red chariot, Queen of all she surveys.
Kevin
