Doesn't this washcloth remind you of seaside colors? Such pretty greens and blues! My neighbor gave this to me. I love handmade gifts!
That was the short story. The long story is this:
I went out to an errand, leaving my napping daughter at home with my husband. The car's brakes had been behaving oddly, and as I headed out, I thought about going to a car shop to have them checked first. But I really wanted to get my errand finished first so I proceeded on. As I kept driving, and especially on the way back, I realized that that had been a mistake. The brakes kept getting worse and worse. I prayed for safety each time I had to brake, and tried to keep a good distance from the cars in front of me.
I got to the shop safely and after a very.long.wait. they told me that my master cylinder was bad. I either needed to tow the car or leave it there for them to replace. I called Kevin and we decided to have the work done. But there was a problem. I was at the shop with no way to get home. Kevin was at home with no way to come get me, since our daughter's car seat was in the car.
Thankfully our next-door neighbors were home and willing to watch our daughter. She hasn't had much interaction with them, but when we got back she was very happy. They told me that she had enjoyed unloading their groceries. And as I was thanking them for watching my daughter, the neighbor-lady pressed the dishcloth into my hands. So that is the very long story of how I got the dishcloth. ;-)
I praise the Lord for the safety He provided me as I was driving with failing brakes. There were several times when I wondered if the car was going to stop!