I love God.

Remember how my brother's car got stolen? And Mom and Dad thought we'd never see it again?

Well.

I'm glad God doesn't wait for us to straighten up before he proves himself, yet again.

In short, the police found the car, up at a sketchy hotel thirty minutes away, where we know the illegal immigrants are dealing drugs, we just haven't caught them yet. It was totally intact, including Padre's sunglasses:)

Aren't you glad God answers prayer? I sure am. Can't wait to tell Stretch this story.


For lack of a better transitional phrase, in other news...I'm back at my loverly college for the day. I helped with some large auditions and watched a band concert. Now I'm sitting in the good ol' music library, waiting for my friend Max's viola recital. Max is great. He's a serious hippie, right down to the scraggly long hair. Goes "green" on everything, and harps on me to make sure my tires are properly inflated to maximize gas mileage. He's (literally) as liberal as they come, but I just plain like him. He's a very nice communist :) And we get along just fine, as long as he can't make his beliefs a reality for me. Of course, he thinks I'm as crazy as I think HE is. But I'm right. :) Anyway. I'm rambling. And really tired because I slept fewer than 7 hours last night for the 6th day in a row. YAY LEAH. So I'm going to quit now. Thanks for reading my tired rambles.


Leah

P.S.
"The Lord knoweth how to deliver the godly out of temptation,
and to reserve the unjust unto the day of judgment to be punished."

Hope the rotten thief who stole our car and then left a ROSARY in it gets what's coming to him. That just goes to show that there's no redemption apart from the finished work of Jesus Christ. Mary can't get it done for you.