I did it again. I was late to pick up the babysitter from school, so I was in a hurry. And of course I ended up behind 2 cautious… slow… snail-like drivers, right before coming to a stoplight. And I did it. I drove like a crazy idiot, speeding up and swerving around them to make the light, because after all, I had someplace to be!!
Just as I was to the intersection, I realized an oncoming car was turning left in front of the 2 slow drivers. I had to slam on my brakes so hard that my vehicle lurched and shook and made a terrible grinding noise! While I seethed, I watched the first slow car mosey through the yellow light. And while I ranted about incompetent drivers, I looked over at Slow Car #2 and saw a college-age boy shake his head sorrowfully at my terrible driving! I was livid, so I did what I always do: I laughed bitterly, looking straight at him, waiting for him to look at me so that I could then smile and act like “Oops, silly me, ha-ha!” … He never looked.
What bothers me is this:
- I endangered the safety of myself, my children, and others.
- Any driver in the vicinity wouldn’t have believed a Christian word from my mouth after seeing how I acted.
- My kids witnessed my driving and my reaction.
- My kids then listened to my justification of my driving.
Yes, I drove the rest of the way to the school “explaining” why the other drivers were wrong and I was right!! I went about the rest of the afternoon retelling myself those lies, smugly reassuring myself that I was right. And good. And an excellent driver.
It honestly didn’t hit me until much later, when I overheard Kyra telling the boys, “When I learn to drive, I’m going to make it a habit to drive nice and never get mad. That way I’ll never have a problem with it.”
*SHAAAAAAAAAAME*
At that moment I could see how crazed, how unsafe, and how ridiculous I had been, trying to explain to my kids that I was actually a good driver. I couldn’t even fool an 8 year-old; how was I able to fool myself?!?!
I tell my kids all the time how Satan whispers lies to us, that we need to always check our beliefs against truths we know, truths from God and family and people we trust; especially beliefs that give us that uncomfortable feeling, like something isn’t right.
I tell my kids all the time… yet I ignored that bad feeling in my own heart, and whole-heartedly joined Satan in the lies of my spectacular driving skills and experience on the road, the lies that all the other bad drivers put me in a dangerous situation.
I’m ashamed that it took the innocent wisdom of an 8 year-old to force me to recognize my sin, but I’m also thankful. Gary L. Thomas, in his book Sacred Parenting, says, “The process of parenting is one of the the most spiritually formative journeys a man and woman can ever undertake… Spiritually speaking, we need to raise children every bit as much as they need us to raise them.”
Without my daughter’s words, I would have continued on my hostile way, waving aside horn-honking and middle fingers, ignoring why I was reluctant to place a Jesus fish on my bumper (that would do more harm than good for His name…) and nurturing a hatefulness in my heart, justifying an unreasonable sense of entitlement.
Oh, how I wish I could say that I’m now cured of my road rage. In reality, each time I got behind the wheel these past 2 days I’ve had to keep patience, peace, and self-control at the forefront of my mind and on the tip of my tongue, and it hasn’t been easy. I expect this to take quite a while; after all, I’ve had ugly driving habits for over 20 years. But I am committed to change, for the sake of everyone’s safety, for the sake of example to my children and others, and for my own sake; my heart’s sake. And someday I will, without hesitation, permanently attach a Jesus fish to my bumper.
Kyra’s having a Cowgirl birthday party Saturday, and I’ve been searching for an activity to do with girls around the age of 8. I thought of friendship bracelets, since this age is capable of more than stringing beads on yarn. What a nice thought… friendship bracelets… the problem is, I’m apparently knot-impaired. 
Day 5- animals and livestock died; I set out their stuffed animals in the living room after making them ‘dead’, and read the story from the Bible as they came into the room. The kids were silent silent… then asked if they could take off the x-eyes… then all 3 totally started crying! I was unprepared for this, completely. But what a moment of comprehension for them! While they peeled off the x-eyes (and brought their stuffed animals back to life!) we talked about how terrible it would have been for the Egyptians to have all their animals that they loved and that they used for food suddenly die– and that Pharoah still refused to let the Israelites go. Very impactful lesson. Oh, the hearts of my sweet children!
Ugh. Easter is one of those get-togethers that is focused on the ‘big meal’ and I always end the day feeling like I ate way too much. Which I did. Delicious ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, steamed vegetables with cheese sauce, fruit salad, potato salad, and rolls…
plus the sweets: bird’s nests, chocolate-peanut butter eggs, candy, candy, candy… I also made a light elegant dessert I found on Delish.com:
To-Do List on Tuesday: Clean out bathroom cupboard. To-Do List Wednesday: Clean out bathroom cupboard. To-Do List on Thursday: Clean out bathroom cupboard. To-Do List Friday: Forget the cupboard, there’s too much going on with Easter.



