Time Was On My Side

Sunday morning was a typical Sunday morning around here. We were running late for church and I was rushing the children out of the door. When we finally made it to the car, I looked at the time on the clock and said, "Y'all we are running really late. We have three minutes to get to church, find a parking place, and get inside. I need everyone's help." L'il Man said, with all of the confidence in the world, "Don't worry mom, I'll help." He then took his hands and made pretend binoculars out of them and held them up to his eyes. He focused his eyes on the clock on the dashboard. Confused, I asked, "What are you doing??" He replied confidently, "Whenever I don't look at the clock, the time goes by really fast, but when I look at the clock, it goes by so so slow. I'm just giving us a little more time to get to church." Well how about that!

I can't make this stuff up!

Thanking God today for stopping time and allowing us to get to church on time. Kind of reminds me of the time He fed a crowd of 5000 with 5 loaves of bread and two fish. (Remind me to tell you about the time He threw me a tennis ball!)