Laughing with the Lord #5
Welcome! A
while ago I wrote about my standing in the rain to get pictures of a rainbow on
the way to the school my granddaughter attends, then backing into a parking
spot and stepping into five inches of icy water.
The view outside Molly's school
Apparently,
I didn’t learn the first time around. Last week our area experienced its first
snowfall (aside from the snow atop the mountains which has been falling for the
past month). The roads were slick, and I was running late—again. I skidded into
the parking lot and backed into a spot against that same incline. I dashed into
the school, retrieved my granddaughter, and apologized profusely for being five
minutes late. Just as we were about to get into the car, Molly stepped on a slab
of ice, cracking it (five inches down, of course), fell to her knees, and in
the process dragged me down with her. I performed a dandy geriatric tango/hip-hop/boogie
routine and finally pirouetted into a full-fledged body spasm that must have
resembled a cow being electrocuted.
I think
it’s clear that God wants me to stop backing into parking spots, don’t you?
It’ll be less entertaining for the other parents, but I must do what He wants
me to do, even if it means depriving Him of a huge belly laugh once in a
while.
Until the
next time …
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