A funny thing happened on the way to today...
Last afternoon left Bethany craving Starbucks and me craving some much needed time off campus. The result: a mini road trip and a chance encounter with, not one, not two, but three roadside assistance phone calls to come rescue my keys from my still running car. You read it right; I locked my keys in my car while they were still in the ignition, and you thought YOU were blonde.
So, yeah, there I am in big city Tyler, choking back the waterfall of tears that really REALLY want to spill down my cheeks, when the Pop-a-Lock truck rolls up to save the day. Great, right? All problems will be solved, correct? NO.
See, in my foolishness, I had decided to fill my tank with gas before leaving Longview, an endeavor that left me with just under forty bucks in my account, the exact price of - you guessed it - the Pop-a-Lock rescue Querida service. What happened next was a cross between a demonstration of God's grace and understanding and Scarlett O'Hara's always depending on the kindness of strangers. A kind Samaritan , who may very possibly be my twin brother from whom I was separated after our month-apart births in Chihuahua, Mexico just over twenty years ago, lent me some cash.
What can I say? For whatever reason, the Lord saw fit to bless me with several beautiful people willing to help me out last night when I was absolutely at the end of my (figurative, mind you) rope. So I guess it wasn't that bad a night after all.