Holding My Tongue!

cross on a sand dune in Carmel

My daughter Diandra and I went to church this morning. We actually were ahead of schedule this time and looked forward to getting a good seat. As I was driving, I could see a BIG tonka yellow colored truck in my rear-view mirror, right on my tail. As we were driving down the one way street, he changed lanes but was still behind my car in the other lane. I needed to get over also into the same lane, and therefore slowed down so that he would go ahead of me. Only, he would not. So I picked up my speed and changed lanes. Again, he was right on my tail; I could only see his truck in my mirror. I finally said, "ENOUGH!" and slowly pulled over to the right of the street so that he could drive. Now, I was driving behind him, from a distance, I might add. I looked over at my daughter and said, "I bet that ******* is going to pull into the church parking lot!" She just shot me a look, as if God, Himself was just letting me know through a look and she didn't have to say a word. I knew I was no better than that driver. We got out of the car and were walking at a distance behind them (the diver). As we got a good seat, I spotted them in another pew and just looked at them. Okay, maybe it was a little glare. Diandra looked at me and then followed my stare and saw where it had ended, she whipped her head at me and sternly said, "STOP it!" It was hard to let it go. We all began to sing, and through the melody of song and worship time, I did let it go. I was upset at myself for my choice words, but God has a gentle way of reminding us to hold our tongues.