I am continually amazed at how much twisting and pulling and grabbing and yelling a steering wheel can take and not break.
There is therapy in yelling at the wheel, and crying on it for that matter, of which I have and will avail myself.
I was driving home from a late evening job one and a half hours away. I had lost my job earlier in the year and was picking up jobs here and there. I was over come with rage for loosing my job, anger against God for letting it happen. And just confused why the real bad guy didn’t get canned. I was hitting the wheel driving in Hanover pa yelling, screaming at the wheel.
Then I was quiet.
Just shocked that I would admit being angry. My dream job gone, another shattered dream for me and my wife and five kids. I was quiet and frankly shocked. This was the start of realizing I was trying to dictate how God should use me, and how I didn’t even know if I was a christian.
This sudden out burst was revealing tome of a deeper symptom and grief that needed to be dealt with.