This morning I had the pleasure of driving our three visiting teenagers to the airport. The drive really was a pleasure, which is saying a lot because driving on Atlanta freeways really, really, really stresses me out. You have to make sure you're in the right (or sometimes left) lane to make your exit. You have to make sure your HOV lane actually has the exit you need, or you need to somehow cross five or six lanes of traffic to make your exit. Really stressful I tell you.
As we were nearing home I noticed that my gas gauge was nearing empty. So in an effort to plan ahead and not have to remember to get gas before going anywhere else, I stopped at our friendly neighborhood Kroger. Got my gas. Got into my car and was putting my credit card in my wallet. Seriously, the time from when I hung up the pump until closing my wallet was about 10 seconds. Tops.
As I'm putting my wallet in my purse, which took maybe another 2 seconds, tops, I hear a honk behind me. Really? I took 12 seconds to hang up the gas pump (which is kind of important), get into my car, and put my credit card away so I didn't set it someplace, forget it, and remember that I'd set it someplace when I'm ready to check out at a store (Love when that happens). I was a wee bit bugged at this point.
As I was driving home I realized I was a lot more than a wee bit bugged. I must admit for a minute I thought I should've gotten out of my car and asked the honking lady if she needed something? Or was it okay that I took the 12 seconds to put my credit card in my wallet? But I decided that wasn't a very Christ-like perspective. And a bit snotty. And I try really hard to be Christ-like and un-snotty.
So I said to myself (in my head since my kids were in the car with me), "You can either continue to be bugged or you can let it go. Just breathe." So I did. I breathed. A few times. And a few times more. And it helped a little. Then I said to myself (in my head again), "Maybe she's had a really bad day. Maybe she got really bad news or something. Etc." And that also helped.
So, honking lady, wherever you are, I hope your day gets better. Really, I do. :o)
It's all about perspective, and trying to see the whole, complete picture.
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