I was very tired, driving up the New York Thruway. I’d worked all day on a client’s book, in the City, then gone to my son’s marvelous play at Hunter College, despite freezing, sub-zero temperatures. Now it was one in the morning. I wasn’t working the next day, so I just wanted to go home. And home was still an hour and a half away.
A huge truck loomed up behind me. I was in the middle lane, going the speed limit, but just barely. When it’s late at night and I’m really tired, I don’t speed. I don’t trust my reflexes. Exhaustion makes me cautious. Seeing the huge semi tractor-trailer fill up my rear view mirror, I reached out for the Lord and said a quick prayer. I didn’t want to accept resentment; I didn’t want to buy into his anger, or his demons.
The truck finally passed me. I kept driving, staying in the middle to avoid where the road splits off for north Jersey, then splits again for Suffern. I passed Sloatsburg, where people stop for coffee and fast food. Suddenly, the semi was behind me again. He blasted his horn for a full minute. I glanced up quickly; no traffic on my right, so I moved out of the middle lane quickly. The truck wasn’t behind me at that point; he was over in the fast lane, still blasting his horn. But I had my shield of faith in place, and there was no anger in me.
I marveled at the peace in my heart. This was a clear, beautiful gift from the Lord. It wasn’t just that I called myself back from demonic thoughts. Because of the Lord’s gift, I didn’t even go there. I felt so light and free, it was marvelous. I kept thanking the Lord all the way home. Peace brings such freedom and joy. ‘Much better to be there, in peace, than in turmoil and road rage.
Plus, my writing is more powerful when it comes from a place of love. Hate shrinks your world, cutting off possibilities, freedom, abundance, joy. Hate limits you; love expands your world encompassing stars millions of light-years away. Love knows no bounds.