Wrath on the Road: How I Overcame.

Greetings,

 My place of employment takes me to the Queensgate area

of Cincinnati, which is in the southwest corner of the downtown

Cincinnati area, and I take Interstate 75 to get there, save for

heavy rainy or snowy weather in which I take the alternate

route through Vine Street, Spring Grove Ave. and then

Dalton Street.  I-75 scares me plenty on rainy or snowy days

as some if not most other motorists drive as if it's clear sailing

which I think is very foolish on wet or icy roads, and accidents

on I-75 are frequent enough as it is.

 But even on normal days the early morning commute frequently

gets intense, especially around 7am. Come to think of it, so do

I. Worse yet, I get a little too intense, more so than the traffic

in fact.  Not a good way to behave. It seems it's always on the

road that I'm not at my best tempermentally speaking, if I don't

count some of the intense moments at work as well because

there I get out from behind the wheel of my car and get in 

behind the wheel of a forklift truck.  Mind you, I don't drive

recklessly in either my car or the forklift but inwardly I

can burn with wrath if someone blocks me, cuts in front of

me, tailgates me, or if they're in front of me, I perceive they are

going too slow.  It's almost like if my car had weapons, I would

take them out. OOH. Commiting murder in my heart.  Not a 

good characteristic for a Christian, in fact, it's conduct unbecoming.

Now while no one else may see my anger, God does, and He 

knows the innermost thoughts of the heart. Something needs to be

done here, yes?

 Well part of the solution was to leave earlier than usual to avoid

the 7am rush hour which has helped, but this attitude issue I knew

is what really needs to be addressed here.   

 Part of my prayers when I start the day was always to ask the

Lord every morning to grant me safe, traveling mercies when I

head to work and then home and anywhere else I may go that

day. Gradually  when other motorists got careless around me

in whatever they did that could've endagered me and yet didn't

I thank the Lord that there was no accident involved in regard

to the other motorists' recklessness.  In short I count my bless-

-ings.  I have made it more of a habit each day to do that and

to realize each  that I went to work in one piece and that I

came home likewise. The solutions were allowing God as

the driver, and me the co-driver, and to count the small 

blessings of not getting into accidents whether they had the 

potential to be my fault or that of others.  Besides, it's all so

petty anyway.  Those times other motorists could have

done me harm, or even I to them, God has kept His

hand on me (and the other motorists, too) and kept me

from harm, so why not count my blessings, and yes, why

get angry. Here I still am, and I thank you , Lord, amen!

Have a blessed day.