Briefly, for those of you reading this, it involved a minor
medical incident. My friend and I were out for a short while tonight. She
became queasy and we were both afraid to allow her to drive home herself. We
had to leave her car behind and her family will get it for her in the morning. Meanwhile, she became sick, and almost immediately afterwards, felt better. We
did still feel that she shouldn't drive home alone, so I drove her in my car.
Our fears were first for her health (apparently it is
nothing serious; just something she ate at dinner), then for her safety driving
home (we were guided to leave her car for pickup tomorrow), and it all worked
out safely and with no ill effects.
Sweet Jesus, thank you for helping us when I whispered my
frightened prayer on behalf of my friend. I find, more and more often, that
when I rely on you and let you take over, it all works out. I do admit that I
have my moments of fear and worry, but with that, too, you always help me get
through the moment.
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