I go from one extreme to the other. One day I'm really in the Spirit and the next--well, you'll see what I mean.
We went to the grocery store yesterday. I noticed a little woman driving one of the motorized grocery carts around the store, but didn't give it much thought. When we checked out and went to our car, Reid put the car into Reverse and looked in his mirrors. He said, "Do you see that little woman in the cart? I saw her in the side mirror but lost her."
I looked to my right and saw that she was parked on the other side of a car next to us. I told Reid she was clear.
He noticed a family with several little kids running behind us so he waited. Then he started backing out. Suddenly we heard a thump from the back of our car. He stopped and pulled forward. I looked to my right and the little motor woman was standing with another lady and both of them looked angry. I rolled down my window and the motor woman pointed her finger at us and screamed. (Yes, she screamed.) "That man doesn't need to be driving a car. He almost backed into me and her (pointing to the other woman standing near her.)
Well, it was all so ridiculous to me that I could only think of one thing to say.
"Oh, shut up." I rolled up my window. She responded and told me where to go and it wasn't to heaven.
Even today I can't think of a good Christian response. Maybe the Christian bone in my body isn't as big as I think it is.