Long stories made short, we have spent the last two weeks on the road. One week was for Thanksgiving and the other was for business (DH's work).  Through all this I have been dealing with a left leg that is twice the size of Rhode Island.  Clots have been ruled out, so that is good, but the finding out has been an ordeal. 

Then tonight, on the way home, our van went Kaput and I was barely able to steer it over to the side of the road (right by an unsavory bar/dive that was Packed on a Monday night!!).  The battery died and AAA still hadn't showed after two hours.  Someone tried to use a battery starter on it and it wouldn't hold the charge. We were tired and cold (all six of us!!)  The kids were over it and so was the Mama.  We finally got a  hold of a friend who came and tried to jump it off. It held the charge longer, but not long enough to get out of the parking lot.  AAA FINALLY got a tow truck there and they said that if he couldn't get it started, he could carry two of us home.  My friend could get my three girls (in car seats) and myself home, so we went ahead and took off. Ten minutes later, DH calls telling me that the tow truck driver had LEFT HIM AND MY 3 YEAR OLD SON in the cold, because, "He was only called for a battery boost and wasn't on a tow call!!"  WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?  So my friend said that she would go and get them after she dropped us off.  We both just reeled about how unkind that was and how mean it was.  Then he called back and said that the bar owner had come out and told him to move the car as it was to close to his entrance!!!!  HELLO!?!?!?!?!?!?

We got home and were waiting for DH and DS when my 5 yr old DD came in and said, "Mommy, I think that we should pray for the tow truck man. He must not know God if he left _______ and Daddy there like that. I was thinking that maybe tomorrow we should find him and tell him all about Jesus."  That was about the time my heart felt a strange mix of total joy that this little creature has so *gotten it* at such a young age and also a sense of sorrow that I had let myself be so bitter in front of her over the man's insensitivity to MY needs.  Hmmmm....She is the oldest of (soon to be) five little messengers God has given me.  I think that I have a LOT to learn from these littlest hearts : )