My husband is a very kind hearted, funny kind of guy, with a very dry sense of humor. There isn’t much that gets under his skin - except when he gets behind the wheel of his car. Then his game is on.

He thoroughly dislikes minivan drivers because there are so many blinds spots in their cars, and they cut you off more than any other vehicle on the road. And, some Humvee drivers are put into the dislike category for the same reason - blind spots. While you can blame it on the manufacturer of the vehicle, operator error has to be considered. I have shared with him that I feel this is a less than loving way of thinking when he lumps all minivan owners and Humvee owners into a poor driver category.

Additional irritants arise when someone is driving 45 in a 55 while talking on their cell phone, or he is an eyewitness to a driver running a red light. My husband is euphoric because our town is installing cameras at many intersections to catch red light runners.

Most of the time, he mumbles under his breath when a certain driver irritates him. Other times, choice words are used. Not swear words - choice words. I have been reminding him that choice words are detrimental to loving the people driving vehicles around us, even though they cannot hear him. One of our goals this year has been to work on loving others more and seeing them through the eyes of Christ. This is the reason for my persistent nudges when we drive together.

After a few near collisions while driving to see his brother this past week, he started praying while in the car.

Here are a few examples:

• God, help me love the DNA-challenged minivan driver in front of me.
• God, tell that person I am supposed to love, they need driving lessons.
• God, the person I am supposed to love that just ran the red light, can you stop their engine?

I think we have more work to do.

P.S. My husband gave me permission to share this story.