There Is a God….

and He looks out for His own. Coming home on the bus today after another grinding day at the “orifice,” I had the misfortune of being seated next to a child who was bent on displaying her apparently newfound vocal cords. Aangh, Aangh, Aangh, AANGH, AANGH, AANGH!! Repeated many times over and over. Her mother’s (feeble) attempts to shush her fell on deaf ears. (How could anyone hear over that din anyway?) I was hoping against hope that they were not riding to my stop or beyond. I was hoping that they were getting off within a few blocks of downtown, where I got on. My prayers were answered. They got off at the Star of Hope Mission.

Thank you, Lord. I promise I won’t pick the wings off butterflies ever again. I owe you big time.

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