One of my (many) Lenten goals this year is to take my dad's advice and spend time in the morning praying. Since I was running a wee bit behind today, I decided that I could do it in the car. I typically drive with my right hand on the wheel, so I had the brilliant idea to say one prayer for each finger. One Our Father, three Hail Marys and one Glory Be. (Then I throw a "Hail Holy Queen" in the mix because I love that prayer, the words are so beautiful.)
Well, apparently Ash Wednesday brings out the WORST. DRIVERS. IN. THE. UNIVERSE. I got through the Our Father just fine, but by the second Hail Mary, it sounded more like "Hail Mary, SERIOUSLY? Stay in your own lane! Full of Grace, the Lord is with - DUDE! It is called ACCELERATING - look into it! you. Blessed art thou among -ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Why are you going 40 in the fast lane? - women, and Blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus." Needless to say, it wasn't exactly the peaceful prayer-time I was shooting for, but I'm going to assume that the intentions were still heard. I'll try to be better at it tomorrow.