Anyone who really knows me knows that I don't drive well in the rain.
Driving in the rain in the dark? Forget about it! You may as well ask a blind person to drive then.
So tonight as we're leaving the dance studio, I'm informed that a storm is heading our way.
We rush to the car and zoom to grab M some food and head home.
As we're merging onto the highway, lightening starts flashing in the sky.
Hoping to outrun the storm, I put the pedel to the metal and drive as fast as I'm willing to go...70. (Yeah I'm old. I drive a minivan too, get over it.)
As we're taking our exit, sprinkles start hitting the windshield and M & I start praying.
Me: "Lord, please just hold off for a bit. Let us get home safely before you send the rain."
M: "God, please wait. If it rains mommy can't drive and we're toast." Bless her heart. :)
We make it to the house with no rain at all. We unload the van, K was asleep the whole way home, and the girls start getting ready for bed.
As I finish kissing K good-night, I stand up and hear the sound of rain hitting the roof. Hard. I turn to M who is getting her jammies and I say:
"Do you hear that?"
"Yeah."
"It's raining, hard. God listened and held the rain off until we were safe at home."
"He answered our prayers!"
He sure did baby, He sure did. :)
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