how good is He?

Last night after dinner the four of us went for a walk/bike ride/scooter ride. Vanessa and I were walking, and Eleanor on her bike. Thomas thinks that bicycles are evil, and rode the scooter instead. Vanessa was trying to prepare me for the thought that Thomas may never be in to bikes, but I assured her that this would change. Maybe I'm in denial?

So we walk around the block, around the corner, up the street, down the street, and end up doing laps at the parking lot at the end of our street. (it's kind of a cul-de-sac. Our street ends with a must-do right hand turn, and there is a bulge off of this that ends up being cul-de-sac like. There is a parking lot in the middle of this).

Around and around they go, pulling over for cars as they go. Just after we decide it is time to head back up the street to go home and force the children in to their weekly scrubbing (bodies, not the house), when we are about halfway up the street a truck comes roaring down the street going far faster than they should be for such a congested street. Our street is pretty narrow, which gets compounded by the cars parked along either side of the street. So narrow is it, that two cars cannot pass each other without pulling over to the side to let the other by.

This truck comes barreling down the road, and literally screeches around the corner and in to the cul-de-sac that circles the parking lot that we were just riding circles around. There is NO way this truck would have been able to stop in time had we still been riding around having fun.

God is good. Good for putting in on our hearts to leave when we did, and good for encouraging the children to obey the first time we asked them to leave. Without complaining, they just came. Thankfully for them, they did.