I had another lesson in waiting, only this time it wasn’t so much fun. Or much fun. Or any fun at all.

My latest test came in the form of Nashville traffic, which you’d think wouldn’t be so bad on the day after schools let out for the summer. Could you be more wrong?

This traffic caused me to miss a haircut appointment (also the fact that I thought it was at 5:30 instead of 5). It led to me being late for dinner with the Kairos greeter team. It most decidedly led to a disturbance of my calm.

I’d like to say I handled today’s batch of traffic well. I did not. I fumed. I raged. I thought of every cuss word I knew (but managed to say none of them out loud, being the good and faithful Baptist). I let frustration get the better of me.

A gentle reminder came to me that I’m just as saved and forgiven and loved by God in the middle of me reacting badly to traffic as when I think I’ve got it all together and all my proverbial ducks are in a row.

I will get all my hairs cut next Thursday at 5:30. I can look back and be thankful that my car did not overheat, break down, or give me any kind of trouble for all that time I sat on the interstate or on Concord Road.

And I had excellent music to help me from going homicidal.

I’d call that a win.