I pulled the car to the roadside, reached for my driver’s license and rolled down the window to greet the approaching policeman. All of this while my grandson shrieked and cried alligator tears because of a disagreement with his brother.
He was a very nice policeman. “Ma’am,” he said in his lilting
drawl, “I clocked you at 32 in a 15 mile per hour school zone. You’re from Tennessee ?” he asked as he
examined my license. I explained that I was the grandmother staying with the
children in their parents’ absence. After a bit more conversation, during which
I assured him grandson was fine, just angry, he smiled, cautioned me to slow
down and sent me on my way. A few minutes later, I had delivered Andrew to
school and headed back to the serenity of the empty house. Florida
“Holy cow,” I thought. “What in the world just happened? What a way to start the day! Lord, help me here.” All the while, the radio played in the background. And the very next song was Brad Paisley. As if that wasn’t day-brightener enough, he sang these words:
“Behind the clouds, the sun is shining; Believe me even though you can’t make it out. You may not see the silver lining, but there’s a big blue sky waiting just behind the clouds.”Thanks, God…and Brad. I needed that "breeze" this morning.