Em, Hannah and Rachel at the Phoenix Art Museum

Recently a friend texted me, asking if I could start a carpool with her. I haven’t texted back, partly because for a week I couldn’t find my phone. Those of you who know me are shocked I’m sure. But the main reason is she’s asking me to give up something that is often routine and uneventful, but occasionally… miraculous. Driving my kids to school and back each day is one of my highest privileges.

Take this morning for example. I handed a worship CD, Jars of Clay, to Hannah. “Aw, I’m not gonna get to listen to my music?” she asked, teasing me. Sorta.

“Would I force you to listen to my stuff?” Yes. I would, but not this morning. She grinned, and punched on the radio. Good Life came on, a beeboppy tune we all like. But the words an extraordinary glimpse at life without Christ. “This song amazes me,” I said. “Here he is, jetting all over the world, partying like a rock star, having the time of his life, and at the end he’s singing ‘Hopelessly, I’m afraid there’s something I might have missed. The hope is this really is the good life.'” I looked at Hannah. “Have you realized he’s singing that?”

She arches an eyebrow.

“Isn’t it amazing that the world hopes for the good life while they have everything, and yet through Christ you can be at peace in the middle of heavy crap and KNOW you really do have the good life?”

Hannah smiled. “Yeah, that’s pretty neat.”

The next song came on. A woman sang out, “I feel sexy and free.” I matched her tune, “Ewww, well woman don’t tell me, cos you nasty.”  Hannah and Rachel howled with laughter and we changed the channel. Something came on that reminded me of what our pastor Tom said at church last night and I looked at the girls.

“You know when Tom said every year has gotten better with his kids?” The girls nodded. “Well, when he said that, I looked down the row at you guys because that’s exactly how I feel. I love you more everyday.”

I stopped the car. We were at Hannah’s drop off place. She smiled again. “Thanks, Mom. I love you too.” She got out and Rachel took the front seat. She switched the radio to the CD player and started my Jars of Clay album. Rachel has taste what can I say? 🙂 We started singing together and half way to her school she reached over and held my hand. When I dropped her off, she gave me a long hug, and kiss. Just another day, another drive, but this time… Jesus made it miraculous. How can I give that up?

What opportunity is God giving you to watch a miracle happen with your kids?

 

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