As you may have read on Paul’s blog, we had a bit of excitement on Sunday.
As we were leaving Manchester after an afternoon visit to the bookstore, our car died while we were getting on the highway. It was a single-lane on ramp. Paul only just managed to get the car half onto the side before it stopped moving completely. Quite frankly, as we sat in our dead car, we were lucky we weren’t hit. Someone in a minivan was ‘thoughtful’ enough to honk at us for being in their way. I just want to say, thanks so much for that bit of encouragement. Moron.
And as Paul and I pushed us further along into the breakdown lane, I said a silent prayer of thanks that things were not worse. We are also very fortunate that the towing and repair bill did not clean out our savings. Still it has been a bit of a setback. But we were truly blessed that it was not worse than it was. That ‘Betsy’ is running again, better than before, and that no one is in the hospital with serious injuries - or worse. Also that Paul was able to work from home yesterday, and will not have to make up the day.
I’ll take my blessings as they come. Grace is everywhere, as long as you allow yourself to see it.
