One Beautiful Snowy Night...

When I was growing up and my mother drove in the snow, she mostly cried and had us kids praying the whole time until we got home.  As a young adult, I had taken my mother out to dinner and while we were out it snowed.  She was to drive us back to her house from the restaurant in her car, where my car was, and then I was going to drive home from there.  The ride home from the restaurant went something like this – her crying and praying for about 90% of the ride.  Then all of a sudden, some woman I never met spoke and said, “Isn’t it just beautiful out?”  I flung my head around so quickly wondering what had happened to my real mother, then realized that she was now fine because she knew that she would make it to her house safely.  I was thinking, “What about me, Crazy Lady? I still have my entire ride home left?!”