A Quiet Moment

This afternoon I had the kids in the car when I went to get a big rock chip filled on our Subaru’s windshield.

**As a little side note, I have never had a rock chip in over a decade of driving until we bought our Subaru Forester.  In the last two years I’ve had 4.  All on the Subaru.  One was the day I picked up the car.  Yes.  The very first day.  It’s like the windshield is a magnet for huge rocks kicked up by big, ugly trucks driving in front of me.  It is not awesome.  It’s also pretty much the only thing I don’t like about the car.  It’s still the greatest car ever.**

Anyway, back to today, I’ve been meaning to get this chip filled for almost a month.  It needed to be fixed badly.  It was huge; about the size of a nickel.  I got it on our fateful drive to visit The Muppets in New Mexico but have had so much going on since getting back I haven’t had much time to get it taken care of.

I decided to finally just get it done today.  As we pulled out of the driveway Peanut asked where we were going.  I told her we had to get the windshield fixed.

She pointed to the chip (did I mention it was big?) and said, “Yeah, it’s broken.”

I said, “Yep” and, waiting impatiently for my MP3 player to start playing, began driving down the street.

From behind me I heard Peanut say, “It happened when we got stuck in the snow.”

I paused. “That’s right.  It was the same trip, huh?” (it happened later in the drive).

“Yeah.  We got stuck in the snow but then we prayed to Heavenly Father and He kept us safe,” She said matter-of-factly.

She had my full attention then and despite my player having started I turned it off.  ”That’s right, baby, He did.”

“We prayed someone would help us get the car out.”

Tears prickling my eyes I said, “What happened?”

“A man in a truck came in the snow and moved the snow and pulled our car out hard.”

“Did Heavenly Father send him?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Yeah.”  Pause.  ”Heavenly Father hears me.”

Tears, “Yes, baby, he does.”

We drove a minute or two in silence then, again, from behind, “Mama, does Jesus love me?”

“What do you think, honey?  Does Jesus love you?”

Looking out the window, “Yeah, he does.”

“Yes, he does.”

Oh, my sweet girl, always remember.

Always remember Heavenly Father hears you and, yes, both He and Jesus Christ love you.