Amy Grant’s song Angels Watching Over Me ran through my head again and again as we pulled the broken glass out of the back window of the truck cab. Thankfully, it was on the dog’s side of the truck, not the baby’s. Though Chili just about leapt into my lap when the rock (or whatever) shattered the window with a resounding CRACK, the baby slept soundly through it. I don’t know why God wanted/allowed us to be 15 minutes late for lunch today as a result of this, but He knows. And that is enough. (Why has it taken me SOOO long to learn this lesson?!)