Let me paint a picture for you. It’s Tuesday morning, the rain is just pouring down. I wake up to my semi-annual fall sinus infection. I get ready for work, slogging about the house. Finally, I’m ready to go, I grab my stuff and head out the door. I am glad because I am leaving early today, I won’t be stuck behind all the school buses this morning. I throw my stuff in the passenger side. Go around, hop in on the driver’s side and put my keys in the ignition and look up to see this…
What? … Um, what? I look down and realize I am sitting in little teeny slivers of glass, they are everywhere. So I climb out and shake the glass off my butt and there is the culprit, laying in the gravel right next to my car.
My first thought was vandalism, but my husband insisted that there is no one around us who would do something like that. He reminded me of all the dumptrucks that drive crazy fast around the corner that we live on, and assured me it was an accident.
So here’s the cool part. I called the Monkey’s dad and said that we wouldn’t be able to make the drive this weekend because of the windshield. He said, ok, that’s fine, not much we can do about it. Well, we had one extra ticket left for Women of Faith, so now the Monkey gets to go, and she’s really wanted to go. So she’s terribly excited. And, we have amazing car insurance so there will be no expense to us. God is pretty cool in the ways he works.