There are some days when I can undoubtedly say, “God that was YOU.” For instance, a couple of weeks ago I was very nearly in a wreak. I was making a left turn, and I saw a lady barreling towards me in my rearview mirror. She was frantically jerking her car from side-to-side because she knew there was not enough time to stop before she rear-ended me. I turned what felt like only seconds before she was rear-ended by the car behind her and sent into the ditch. I thanked God for showing up for me. There was no doubt in my mind that he kept me calm enough to get out of the way. Thank you, Jesus, but where is God on the days when it’s just me and Elia at the house?