Manasan (driving in rush-hour traffic): Boy, we’re lost. The phone’s dead. The car phone charger isn’t working. I don’t recognise this part of town. I have to pee.

Grandboy: Ok I’ll behave. (they drive, continue to get lost, and start talking about what it would be like to spend the night sleeping in the car)

Grandboy: O! have an idea.

Mamasan: What is it?

Grandboy: Let’s PRAY. We’ll pray for God to help us get home.

Mamasan: Ok

Grandboy: Dear GOD, help us. We just want to go home. Momma’s tired and she has to pee. I don’t want to sleep in the car tonight. Amen (they drive over a hill)

Mamasan: What.

Grandboy: What IS it momma?

Manasan I recognise this street. There. See? I KNOW THIS PLACE!

Grandboy: Yay! We can pee now!

Mamasan: Not yet, but we’re almost home.

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It’s like that sometimes. We struggle, we get lost a little, we ask for help from a higher power. And sometimes, sometimes, the little miracles help us find our way back home.