I was at my daughter’s baseball game. Her team was winning 7 to 0. I was sitting with my other daughter who had an egg made out of clay with a toy dinosaur in it. She was performing an 'archeological dig', digging, digging, digging, trying to reach the 'surprise' type of dinosaur that was in the egg.

She quietly and patiently drilled, fragment by fragment, as she anticipated the long awaited discovery of what exactly she was digging for. She was hoping it was her favorite dinosaur, the triceratops.

As I looked away from her progress, I saw a man riding a bike through the parkway. It appeared to be a former 'stalker' that harassed me endlessly last year.

I began to get frantic. My heart was pounding and I was afraid. I began a series of prayers to my heavenly Father, begging Him to release me from the inevitable approach I thought the 'stalker' would make upon me.

I vocalized my fear to my child who was patiently digging. "I think that's so and so." She looked up and said calmly, "No its not." I kept looking and studying because it did look so much like that 'stalker'. I said, "No, I think it is."

I stopped looking, hiding behind my sunglasses praying the whole time he wouldn't come over to talk to us.

After a period of time, I took off my glasses and looked again. It wasn't him, it wasn't him at all.

I said to my daughter, "You're right, that isn't him", relief echoing in my voice. She said, "I told you it wasn't him, you were all worked up for nothing!" with a very exasperated tone.

I could learn a lot from that child. She was right! I had worked myself up into a frenzy over nothing, absolutely nothing. I fabricated reality in my head and created an almost unbearable circumstance for myself.

Why can't I just let go and let God? I know He is working actively in my life. I actively tell Him I trust Him, why do I take it back?

Is God watching over me, waiting patiently, saying to Himself, "I told you it would be ok." Am I not listening?

He's told me that over and over and over again, "it will be ok". Why am I so afraid?

Perhaps I should keep on digging patiently and quietly, and await my hidden treasure of discovery.

My daughter broke through the clay egg and reached her final destination of hope.

A triceratops!

I can’t wait to show my Grandma the car. She’ll be so excited for me.

Wait, where’s the street again, oh yeah, a little further down. There it is, park in front.

Hi Nana, how are you? Hi Papa how are you, happy Memorial day. I see your flag looks great! Well, here it is, here is my car. What do you think?

Oh Nana, your blue eyes always looked so pretty to me. I love the color blue in them.

Your neighbor has a small flag for someone. “Hello”. “They forgot to give my brother a flag.” he said. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

“Nice car”, he says to me. “Thanks!” “I had a 1955 convertible, that was a fun car!” “I’m sure it was.” I said. He said, “Oh listen, they are playing my national anthem!” Sounds like Glenn Miller to me. I asked, what song is that. He said, “Glenn Miller’s Blue Eye Serenade.” “That’s a beautiful song.” “Take care of that car!” He said. “I will!” Then he drove away.

I said to myself, wow, someone really is listening! Then I got up and cleaned their headstones.

I called to tell you dad that I bought a car. I know you are in the 'car' business, but I wanted to do it by myself. I'm 37 years old and I have never bought a car without your input. Every time you talked me into something I didn't want. Something sensible, economical, good on gas, always a 4 door, when I wanted something more sporty looking.

I know dad, I know. You could have got me a better deal. I know you know 'people' where I bought the car, probably could have saved me a grand or two huh!

I know I should have asked you first dad. I mean really, what was I thinking. Buying a car without your input.

I got the car I WANTED dad. It's a 2 door, convertible. I know the kids will 'crap up' the seats crawling in and out of the back. But I don't have the kids all the time dad. Heck for the next 3 weekends I won't have the kids because of the 'holiday'.

I'm in the car by myself 90% of the time, dad. Shouldn't I get what I want? It's my money dad. I've been saving along time since my divorce. After the bank took my other car with my bankruptcy, I've been driving that crappy old car you talked me into.

Can't you be happy for me? Can't you be proud of me? It's been a long time since I could do something for me again....

Oh, I'm sorry daddy....did you need the 'commission'?

I told my BFF if it rains over the holiday weekend then you know for sure I bought my car!

I went with my brother to pick it up today. He was driving me and was asking me if I checked, this and did you check that...blah blah blah... I said, no I didn't drive it. He said, "what you didn't drive it." I said I rode in it, but I didn't drive it. He asked, did you put the top down. It's a convertible, did I mention that? I said "no, we didn't put the top down, it was raining." He said, that's "2 strikes, next thing you are going to tell me is that it was dark outside when you looked at it..."

Anyways, when we got there, I began to get real nervous. I didn't really check anything cosmetically except the interior. He opened up everything, the trunk, the engine hood...blah blah blah.... I was praying he didn't find anything, oh please God, don't let anything be wrong... What did I do. How could I have bought this car without 'looking' at it?

My brother said "you did good nae!" It passed! It passed the Scottie inspection!!!! Yeah! That means, it will pass my dad's inspection too.

On my way home, driving my new car (with the top up because it is raining), I was so proud of me! I did it! Then suddenly--- I am at a stop light--- and I hear this dinging. I thought it was a seat belt ding or somthing... Ring Ding Ring Ding... I thought oh no, what the heck is that noise... what does that mean. Is the top not locked properly, is the trunk opened that Scottie opened up? What is that noise???? What is it??

I turned the radio down...and next to me was a car dealership with an outside speaker...ring ding ring ding....shwooo, that was close!

Tomorrow is suppose to be b-e-a-u-t-i-ful and sunny!!
(Unless someone around here bought a motorcycle today....