So, I'm driving to Mooresville this evening,
thinking, wow, those clouds are really pretty . . .
and then I look left . . .
stop the car . . .
and put on the hazard flashers . . .
And, then just a half-mile down the road,
turn around in a driveway so I can go back for this . . .
The way God takes the ordinary and makes it into art . . .
I forget to breathe.