This past week, my 9 month old, Noah, had his well baby check-up at the local Army clinic.
There are too few chairs in the waiting rooms
Too few bathrooms for mild bladdered two year olds
Too few TV screens with cartoons playing
Too few quiet nooks for breastfeeding mothers
And too many minutes spent waiting to see a physician.
However, when I pulled up to the clinic yesterday, a car was just pulling out
Right. In front. Of the clinic.
Just. As I. Drove by.
Anyway. I was jubilant. The perfect parking spot. No walk. No wait. It was just right there waiting for me. I shouted, "WOOHOO!!" to my kids as I pulled in. And continued to marvel out loud at the greatness of this parking spot, and my brilliance in being delayed at the stop light just enough time for this spot to come available.
My 2 year old, Joshua, piped up in the back seat, "Mommy, what are you saying?" In my personal-parking-spot euphoria, I understood his question to mean, what does "YayYayYay!" and "Woohooooooooo!" mean?
So I quickly explained that I was cheering because I was so excited about the great parking spot.
And said with urgency, "But, Mommy! You should say, '"Thank you, Lord!!"'
And did I really think that it was all MY doing?
Forgive me, Lord, for failing to thank you for your sweet providences.
And thank you, Lord, for Joshua! For his uncanny ability to catch me red handed. For the precious reminder of my need for sanctification. And for giving him a heart that is sensitive to You and Your ways.
So yes, I was caught red handed... and I'm thankful for it.