No matter what we have been through, where we think we will go, God loves us all the same.
My mom is Primary President (Sunday School for children under the age of 12) in her ward (church congregation) in Arizona.
So I usually run with nothing but my wandering imagination to keep myself occupied. But that’s not the part you’re not going to believe.
And while my wandering imagination takes me to some weird places—I recently found myself explaining direct-mail basics to a federal grand jury—it works for me. You see, on this morning’s run as I fought to ignore the foreboding tightness in my left hamstring, my mind wandered to the bus I would be catching to go to work in an hour.
I have to get off downtown when the bus is its most crowded, so I always sit in the same seat right across from the back door so I can beat a hasty exit through the morning throngs.
When I got on the bus this morning, the bus driver wasn’t the driver I’d had yesterday.
We were now; Wives, Momma's or future Momma's, and life had taught us a thing or two.
God was right in bringing us back together as adults; we appreciate each other, accept one another and bring new light into each other lives.
Armed with this delusion, I lurched my way to the back of the bus as it rumbled down the street. But, flush with the idea that karma is a benevolent mistress, I rushed the phone up to the bus driver so she could turn it into the CTA’s lost and found.
And when I got to my seat—and here finally is the part you’re not going to believe—there was a goddamned cell phone sitting right where I usually plop my butt. And when I got to work this morning I called the CTA’s lost and found myself to reap my sweet reward.
I wanted something simple that children would “get”.
So, using handy dandy Microsoft Clipart, this is what I came up with late last night.
In fact, she wasn’t even one of the three or four drivers I’ve come to recognize on my route.