I had just left a meeting at Children’s Hospital and was walking across the parking deck. The place was packed. The concrete citadel was loaded with automobiles plus hurried and worried people and I had previously struggled with a place to park.
I was weaving through the maze of cars and traffic, trying to remember where I had parked, when out-of-the-blue, a man zipped up behind me in his little black Beemer and blared down on his horn. To say that I was startled would be inadequate. My stomach was in knots and my heart raced.
The horn’s honk resounded throughout the concrete walls and pillars, and I felt like I would have a stroke. It’s not like I was some 90-year-old, barely shuffling to my parking space…I am not yet 30-years-old, and was moving at a reasonable pace.
I was shocked, scared, stroking-out, and ANGRY.
I was pissed.
WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS HE THINKING?! WHO DID HE THINK HE WAS?! Whether I had taken two or three seconds to pass in front of his vehicle really made no difference…but apparently it did to him. He was beyond impatient and I was more than aggravated. I had a few words I wanted to share with the gentleman, and I wanted to teach him some sign language as well.
And then there’s Grace.
Grace for the impatient businessman. Or was it Grace for the father, hurrying to see his little girl before surgery? I will never know, but he deserves Grace for his erratic behavior, just like I deserved Grace for hurriedly weaving through traffic to make it to that same assignment on time.
The same Grace that has always been afforded to me, is afforded to every impatient so-and-so that drives us all crazy at 5 o’clock and that Grace calls us all to freely give away what we have been given. We must pray for patience and Grace to deal with all we come in contact with, every moment of every day, with the very same Love that is constantly being poured out for us.
We may not know their stories, but rest assured that each person we meet has a story. Each person faces their own struggles. And each person is longing for another chance. For belonging. For hope. For a little Grace.
There is Grace for the horn-honkers and, thankfully, there is Grace for you and me.[clickToTweet tweet=”Do you have grace for the horn-honkers? #graceismessy #AskSteveAustin #patience” quote=”Do you have grace for the horn-honkers?” theme=”style3″]
Steve Austin is an author, speaker, and life coach who is passionate about helping overwhelmed people learn to catch their breath. He is the author of two Amazon bestsellers, "Catching Your Breath," and "From Pastor to a Psych Ward." Steve lives with his wife and two children in Birmingham, Alabama.
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