I dread the trips to Philadelphia...the Schuylkill Expressway is not fun, but it occurred to me that I should record the things to be thankful for...
Thank you Lord for letting the lady in the green Pathfinder notice me at the last second, thus avoiding squooshing me between the cement median and her car, but maybe remind me to blow the horn the next time, so she doesn't get quite that close.
Thank you Lord for the traffic tie-up being in the west bound lane while we were headed east.
Thank you Lord for the driver of the tractor trailer slowing to allow me to merge when the traffic was bumper-to-bumper and I HAD to merge.
Thank you Lord for the extra hour it took to do the final adjustments on Joe's legs...it was probably the time frame in which that horrible looking accident happened, the one they were cleaning up when we went past.
And thank you Lord that the hospital is only 1-1/2 hours from our house a mere 60 miles.
:-) Yes, I, too, am so grateful that our daughter's specialist, although twelve hours from our home, is on the way to my parents' home in Minnesota. BUT most of all, I am SO THANKFUL that finally someone was able to help our daughter. I would have gone to the moon if necessary.
ReplyDeleteSoli Deo Gloria!