Be slow to anger and rich in kindness.” — James 1:19

Owning My Faults

Yes, I give in. You’re right — I am at fault.
But before closing the case, I want to understand why — not just what happened, but what God wants me to learn from it.

I’ve accepted my flaws as a human being. I know my sinner’s heart is prone to error, yet I also know that God’s Word corrects and transforms.
If I truly believe Jesus when He said, “Believe in Me and you will never die,” then I must trust Him completely — not lean on my own understanding.

If God is always with me, why do I still doubt?
Am I like those who saw Christ but failed to recognize Him?
If I claim to believe, shouldn’t I live as though I do?

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Faith Behind the Wheel

Faith is tested not only in storms or sickness, but in the everyday moments — even while driving with my wife.

A small misunderstanding can grow into a spiritual battle.
To her, I seemed angry; to me, I was silent, avoiding escalation.
But silence, too, can be misunderstood.

That’s how the enemy works — through irritation and pride.
We might call it being under the influence, but not of alcohol — of the devil:
D.U.I. — Devil Under Influence.

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When Emotions Collide

My wife’s fear behind the wheel startles me.
Her panic becomes my frustration, her anxiety becomes my weakness.
And then comes the reminder: “You’re supposed to be Christian.”
But faith doesn’t erase emotion — it redeems it.

Even Jesus got angry when His Father’s temple was disrespected.
Righteous anger has its place — but it must lead to change, not destruction.
We can’t keep saying, “I’m only human,” as an excuse not to grow.

If something — no matter how small — creates division between husband and wife, then it must be addressed with truth and humility.

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Small Sparks, Big Fires

Later that night, she thanked me for filling the gas tank.
I simply said, “mmmhhh.”
To me, it meant, “You’re welcome.”
To her, it meant coldness.

That’s how easily the devil twists small gestures into misunderstandings.
He doesn’t need a battlefield; he just needs an opening.

Driving home, I realized that maybe the real journey isn’t about getting home safely — it’s about learning to trust God while someone else is behind the wheel.

If Jesus were driving, would my wife panic?
Of course not.
Then why panic when I, a believer, ask Him to drive through me?
If we truly believe Christ lives in us, then we must trust Him — even when He’s working through others.

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Final Reflection

To my wife — and to every believer walking this road of love and faith:
I am the one who needs to change.
Not because I’m the only one who errs, but because love calls me to lead with humility.

Every disagreement, every misunderstanding, is another opportunity to let God take the wheel.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” — Proverbs 3:5