i want to remember this.

Last Thursday, when packing for a week away from home, JD was outside getting ready for a run. I grabbed Reagan and walked out the back door. JD was taking her along on his morning run in our new (to us...$25 score at a garage sale) jogging stroller. We both thought the other had the keys. We both thought wrong. We were locked out. I really needed to use the bathroom. I was wearing pjs and shoeless. Neither of us had a phone. It was kind of funny for one second until I thought about all the things I had to do before 2pm. Not one of our neighbors was home, we even threw mulch at windows. We both could have lost it at the other, but God gave us grace, and we prayed that someone would come home soon and let us in. JD ran across the street to see if he could find the number for our apartment company and borrow a phone. 2 minutes after our prayer JD runs into our funny mailman across the street delivering mail. He happened to be TWO hours early (he usually is very late...like 5pm late) and had a key to our back door building entrance. He let me in and JD and R were able to leave for their run. MIRACLE. God answers prayer. Sometimes not this fast. But sometimes, this fast. I want to remember that day.


photo via emily vennerstrom (many more to come)