Pebbles and marbles, like things on my mind, seem to get lost and harder to find. When I am alone, I am inclined if I find a pebble in the sand to think that it fell from my hand. --Phish
Monday, September 12, 2011
Minivan Lady
While getting Rees from school one day, I noticed a minivan parked in front of the building with its doors open. There was a woman inside on her knees doing something that sounded like sweeping ice from a soda onto the ground. I wasn't sure, so as we passed her, I took a closer look at what she was doing. She noticed me and immediately stood up, closed the door and started her car. When I looked closer, I could see that it was broken glass that she was dumping in the school parking lot, not ice. As she drove off, I noticed the Jesus fish on her tailgate. I didn't have time to ask her how she reconciled her faith in a resurrected Savior with dumping broken glass in an elementary school parking lot.
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