Today in Nashville it snowed cats and dogs.
When Nashville hears about snow, they shut everything down.
When Nashville sees snow, everyone flees. All at once.
On a normal rush hour drive home it takes me about 30 minutes.
Today it took 4 hours.
And my car didn't even take me all the way home.
My precious car that has carried me all over God's creation is now sitting all alone on a hill.
Thinking about it's life.
It could be worse.
That's what I kept thinking as I spent quality time alone next to the entire population of Nashville.
It could be worse.
When my cell phone died, I thought, "I'm not too far now, I'll be fine."
When my car was sliding toward the median, I thought, "At least I'll hit it going five miles an hour."
When I found a secret back road that no one else found, I though, "20 miles an hour has never felt so fast."
When I realized that my car was not going to make it up the hill I just started to cry like a baby crier.
When I realized that now I was stranded and in heels without a cell phone I just got busy praying that God had some magic left in him.
God always has magic.
A nice young man was walking by and guess what. He had a cell phone.
This is why you should always have one person's phone number memorized.
I was about a 10 minute walk from home and MeLissa met me half way with a coat and mittens and company.
I needed company.
What a day.
Hopefully my car makes it through the night.
Nice Try Nashville. I win again.
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