We had a little snow today. It's mostly slush but mixed in was some sleet. Here in Virginia things come to a halt when there's a little snow and so, school let out at noon. I was sweeping and praying as my young driver was to drive home for the first time in such a mess. "Keep her safe, Lord".
She was late and at last, the phone rang. She was giving her friend a ride home and the van slid down a hill and hit another car. She was fine; the other driver was fine and her friend was fine. The woman in the other car called the police, however. My daughter wasn't charged because the damage was so little but we have to report it to the insurance company which doesn't make her daddy very happy at all.
It's funny to me that she's pouted in her room all afternoon because we were upset with her. Yesterday, when she was supposed to be at a friend's house, I passed her on the road. I called her and asked her where she was going. "Oh, we're just going to Starbucks." I told her that, at this stage of the game, she needs to call and ask to drive anywhere she goes. Near or far. Passengers or not. "OK" she said.
She conceded that it wasn't a good idea to try to drive to her friend's house but what she couldn't concede to was that she had disobeyed me. Frequently, she ignores things I've asked her to do or makes light of doing something that I've told her not to do and does it anyway. Ahhh, the wonder years...
We interrupt this blog:
I just had a phone call from my mama's cousin, Grace. (I think that makes her my 2nd cousin.) She's almost 81. I haven't heard from her in years. In the course of catching up, she told me that her only daughter, whose around my age, had lost her husband last year. He was 51. They have 4 children, 2 older boys in college and high school, a 12 year old daughter and a 10 year old son. It grieves my heart for them and reminds me to keep life in His perspective, not my own.