Road rage is stress. You know, that overwhelming desire to choke the living "something" out of some "individual" who desperately deserves it. I experience that from time to time while I am driving and someone cuts me off or nearly hits me. I experience it less now that I recognize that god is with me everywhere. Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I get a lecture, but I sure can feel the eyebrow raise in my direction. The lords prayer goes through my head when I feel this, or at least the part, "Forgive me my trespasses, as I forgive those who trespass against me." I let the anger go, forgiving a transgression that probably wasn't even realized by the transgressor and say a prayer for forgiveness. I also work harder at not letting things like this drive me to anger. It's part of repenting. What good is it to ask for forgiveness if you are not willing to repent? Sure I slip and make mistakes, but I make fewer of them and I strive not to make anymore.

Christ is walking surefooted beside me, but I stumble along tripping as I go. He's there to hold me up when I reach for him and to brush me off after I fall when I don't, but he is also there showing the way. I have but to listen and pray. I don't trip over the pebbles as much anymore and am getting better at seeing the bigger tripping hazards. I just have to remember to listen and pray for the guidance and strength that is and always has been there.