Listening to: Home
Thought for the day: If you get lost, you can always be found ~Phillip Phillips – Home
Every morning when I get into my car, I pray. This week though? I’ve been the hostess with the mostest of a giant pity party gorging on my sadness leftover from a funeral. This morning when I got into my car I said out loud, “I am not praying today. God never listens to me anyway.” Before I could get my key in the ignition, I heard a voice in my head say, “WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!” Wait. Was God talking to me? Maybe it was just my saner brain cells telling me to pull my head out of my ass and wipe the shit out of my eyes. Either way, I immediately started thinking of all the ways I’ve been blessed and all of the prayers that have been answered. This whole process took much longer than my normal prayer time. It was better than prayer.
Shortly after I started my car and made the very difficult two-mile trek to my work (I mean I do have to go through a school zone……..ahem………BLESSING). When I pulled into the parking lot, the managers were handing out Skittles to everyone who was wearing a seat belt. Owing my life to an air bag and a seat belt in a prior car accident, I of course had mine on despite my short journey (the bad car wreck I had was 3 miles from my house). WITH THAT SAID. If you’re reading this, you’re one of those blessings that rescued me this morning. You matter. Wear your seat belt. Please! PRETTY PLEASE WITH TOOTSIE ROLLS AND MOZZARELLA CHEESE ON TOP……..AND MAYBE BACON.
I wanted to take a photo of the managers on Skittle seat belt survey duty for today’s blog, but they wouldn’t agree to it. You’re stuck with my Skittled mug. *HUGS*