God is there ahead of us. How
true!. I remember the Easter Sunday morning when Rachel was only 5 or 6
months old. I had gone to a sunrise service on the beach.
I locked the driver's side door of my 1984 Toyota Kijang and put my keys in my purse. On the passenger side, I put my purse on the front seat so I could get Rachel out of her
car seat in the back. Once she was in my arms, I
picked up her diaper bag, ready to join the service.
Back door locked. SLAM!
Front door locked.
SLAM!
“Oh no, no, no, no, no!” My purse...with
keys in it...was still on the front seat. How stupid!
Of all days and places to do this – Easter Sunday morning in a place
that was a long walk to anything useful.
I was certain it would to take hours of effort in the hot tropical sun
to find a locksmith.
