I was angry. Very.
As soon as I got around her and through the light, I got one of those soft taps on the shoulder that the Lord gives me sometimes. It wasn’t audible, but it was like He was saying, “Really?” I was immediately disgusted. Not with the woman, with me. My anger was not a reflection of the way my Lord would have handled that situation. Philippians 2:4 tells me I should have put that woman’s needs, whatever they were, ahead of mine. I do not like that very much, but it says that all the same.
As an apprentice of Christ, I am bound to follow Him., to learn to interact with the world and the people in it in the manner in which He did. I don’t do very well with that. Even though I have been on this journey for 40 years, I have more to learn.
Perhaps there will be days soon when I won’t be disgusted with myself.