god sighting.

The girls were in the car with me yesterday when I was stopped at eastbound Wacker Drive to make a left turn onto Orleans and head to the office.

There was a cab behind me, honking his impatience while I waited for pedestrians to cross the street in front of me.

Finally, the light turned yellow, and I slowly turned into the intersection. The light turned red, and I went to complete the turn when a cab coming from the opposite direction ran the red light and just narrowly missed slamming into the side of my Prius, and my two daughters and I.

The cabbie waved angrily at me through his window, as though it was somehow my fault. We finished the the turn onto Orleans and whew! Arrived safely into the parking lot.

My heart was palpitating, and I kept saying, "I can't believe we almost got hit. We could have gotten killed."

"That was a God sighting," Becky said.

"A God sighting?"

"Yeah, you know, when you see things that God does, that's a God-sighting," she explained.

That was a good one, I told her. I'm glad He was paying attention.

I need to become more like a 10-year-old. Be thankful that God is paying attention when you really need Him, and you don't even know it. Not angry, not vengeful, not filled with all the bad stuff. Just really thankful that God's got such a big hand.

This weekend, PCC associate pastor Jason spoke on the very same topic. Basically, become less like yourself, and more like Him. It was a great sermon and a wonderful lesson.

I listened and found myself wondering why that simple concept is just so hard. So hard to just be thankful when God's big hand reaches down and helps.

So hard to do the right thing all the time.

I am going to look out for the God sightings this week.

Will let you know how it goes.