Oh, the road. Still struggling with this daily.  I’m driving to a client. I feel like I am ever in the car, which is true since I put about 20,000 miles a year on my car. And it’s often where my worst offenses of the day occur. I see vanity plates, and I get annoyed. I saw one that was ARTTCHER. And I thought, “You might be good at art, but you are a terrible driver.”  As if I am the authority on driving or that I have a right to judge another’s driving and that my own is so good.

What is wrong with me that I feel the need to not only judge, but to be so negative and nasty? And I’m the one who wakes up in the morning and thinks: “It’s another beautiful day!”

So why in the car do I unleash this terrible anger? I’m disgusted with myself. It’s not that I believe I should have some superhuman quality for not getting aggravated, but getting annoyed at the slightest infractions is ridiculous. I know this, and still, it continues to plague me. And when I get flustered in the car, I tend to carry that over into the next part of my date (good luck to my next appointment!) EEKS!

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good.17As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. c For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.”–Romans 7 15-20