Ok, I admit it...
I have ROAD RAGE!!!
It's not really something I'm proud of, it's just a nasty fact.
In the past couple weeks, I've been cursed out (the "F" bomb yelled every other word at me), flipped off several times (not just a quick 'flip', but actually holding it in the air, waving their ugly little bird at me), swerved at, and almost run off the road on several occasions!
One of those times happened to be on my way to taking Jessica to work. When we pulled in to the parking lot, I actually asked her to get out and look to see if I had a nasty sign written somewhere in the dirt on the back end of the car!
Funny, that very morning I had a little talk with Jess about how the Lord was (and is) convicting me about my road rage. hmmmmm...
Don't get me wrong. I haven't resorted to returning the single-digit gesture (yet), nor have I run anyone off the road. I don't carry any weapons, and about the worst is me yelling "BONE-HEAD!" (not out the window, but in my own car).
I considered writing to "ACME", but couldn't find their address in the phone book. I've also wondered how to make my own "Go-Go Gadget" giant boxing glove that would pop out in any direction with the push of a button convienently located on my dash.
As I write this, I am reminded of a couple of verses:
James 5:16
Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.
1 John 1:9
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
I confess my road rage...
Jesus, forgive me!
