When I was growing up, we were constantly at church. Most certainly, we were there on Wednesday nights, Saturday mornings, and of course, on Sunday. Bible Study Mama wore a lot of hats back in those days. She had multiple jobs and probably just as many responsibilities at the church. She was at the front of the cheering squad when it was time for me to get my driver’s license. My ability to drive myself places would relieve some pressure off her and give me some more independence. A win-win situation if I ever saw one. Driving gave me the keys to a whole new world. One that I was…