So last night we're on our way to AWANA. I'm not super comfortable driving at night anyway, but last night it was snowing/raining (it depended on the elevation - at our house it was slush, but 1/2 mile up the hill it was pure snow - how cool is that????), the roads were semi-slick, and cars were coming in the opposite direction. I learned that the roads were slick when we fish-tailed a bit coming up the hill from our house. :-P So there's your reference point LOL.

OK so I'm driving down the road, somewhat stressed because of all of the above. S is in the backseat just a-hollerin' in her squeaky 17mo voice. Not yelling at anyone in particular...just yelling to make noise. Of course everyone else thinks this is so funny, so they all join in, yelling too.

Meanwhile I'm trying to drive in the afore-mentioned conditions, and I don't like to drive at night at ALL, remember. So I explain the situation and say to PLEASE BE QUIET. And they were.

About 5 miles from our house is a turn to go to our church. (Well, it's not THE turn to go to church since we drive about 20 miles, but we have to turn THAT WAY LOL.) It is a STEEP HILL. I turned and went up it, and we were fine. When we got to the top, G exhaled and said, "Oh whew THANK YOU!" L said, "Yeah, thank you, Mom!" G said, "No, thank you, Lord! God got us up that hill!"

I said calmly, "He sure did!" But inside I was doing this: