Another God Smile.
Yesterday my 10 year old grandson missed the bus. I can see his mom, frustrated, upset, fussing at him for being late, or fussing at herself because she forgot to turn on the alarm clock (not sure which). She hurriedly rushed him into the van to make sure he was at school on time, not even changing out of her PJ's.
Her son safely at school, she pulled the van out of the parking lot and down to the next turn. Then she heard a strange thump, thump, thump. Her tire was flat, so she pulled into the nearest parking lot. Holding back the tears, she called the first person she thought of-me. I had just seen my sweetie take three young boys (including the younger adoptive son) into town to go see about getting their GED. He was much closer to her than I was, so after he dropped off the boys, giving them a little money to take the bus to the employment security commission after they were done, he went to pick her up.
In the meantime, her phone went dead. The owner of the business where she was parked offered her a ride home. She called my sweetie as soon as she was home to let him know she had received a ride. Her husband went with my sweetie to get a tire for the van, and then he went home and picked up the older adopted son who is staying with them to help with the tire.
Everyone was frustrated and wondered why such a bad day was going on. As it turned out, the owner of the business told her to have her husband come in and apply for a job. He did, and he got it. It's only temporary right now, but may work into a permanent job. When they went to get the tire, the man helping them knew the restaurant owner where the older son had applied for a job, and would talk to him and put in a good word for him.
So, think about this. If my grandson had made it to the bus, mom wouldn't have had a flat tire at just the right place. If those getting the tire hadn't been there at the right time to get help, the older son may not have increased his chances for a good job.
The major God smile in all of this? Mom had taken her son to school in her PJ's. It was very embarrassing to hitch a ride in your PJ's. You can't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor.
Her son safely at school, she pulled the van out of the parking lot and down to the next turn. Then she heard a strange thump, thump, thump. Her tire was flat, so she pulled into the nearest parking lot. Holding back the tears, she called the first person she thought of-me. I had just seen my sweetie take three young boys (including the younger adoptive son) into town to go see about getting their GED. He was much closer to her than I was, so after he dropped off the boys, giving them a little money to take the bus to the employment security commission after they were done, he went to pick her up.
In the meantime, her phone went dead. The owner of the business where she was parked offered her a ride home. She called my sweetie as soon as she was home to let him know she had received a ride. Her husband went with my sweetie to get a tire for the van, and then he went home and picked up the older adopted son who is staying with them to help with the tire.
Everyone was frustrated and wondered why such a bad day was going on. As it turned out, the owner of the business told her to have her husband come in and apply for a job. He did, and he got it. It's only temporary right now, but may work into a permanent job. When they went to get the tire, the man helping them knew the restaurant owner where the older son had applied for a job, and would talk to him and put in a good word for him.
So, think about this. If my grandson had made it to the bus, mom wouldn't have had a flat tire at just the right place. If those getting the tire hadn't been there at the right time to get help, the older son may not have increased his chances for a good job.
The major God smile in all of this? Mom had taken her son to school in her PJ's. It was very embarrassing to hitch a ride in your PJ's. You can't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor.
posted by NLVWJC | 9:53 AM
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