I gave a friendly toot of the horn. Just a tap, mind you. He then proceeds to yell at me from his rolled-down window. So I’m all like what?!? Are YOU yelling at ME? And he’s all like, “can’t you see I’m trying to get over in your lane? Move!” Ok, I don’t know if that’s actually what he said, because I didn’t roll my window down, I’m just going with that story. And, I didn’t actually say that to him either because my southern mama raised me better. But I was miffed at him all the same. So I did what any good southern girl would do. I stared him down. I felt vindicated.
If he would have just waved an “I’m sorry”, or even “thank you for letting me cut you off and get in front of you” I would have totally forgiven him and waved him in with a smile. But he didn’t and that just ruffled my feathers.
I get home and tweeted about it. I know. That’s sad. I wanted someone to know, but more so I wanted them to say “you’re so right”.
But then (yeah, the dreaded “then”!) I was reminded of Romans 5:8
"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."
I didn’t have to care first. Christ died for me before I was even aware I needed Him. Before I was even sorry for my sins. It’s called “grace”. I then determined that if Christ would extend such grace to me, I could at least extend grace in such a trivial incident as that.
So, after asking forgiveness for my “ugly attitude” (another southern sayin’) I rejoiced over what Christ did for me!
PS I sure hope that guy doesn’t remember my car!
Have a nice day and y'all, Be Sweet!