". . . That Saved a Wretch Like Me!"

I try to be a good Christian woman, I really do.

But then that “human” thing gets in the way.

And I do something that makes me feel like a total heathen.

Take this morning, for instance. I’m driving to work, listening to my Christian radio station trying to put myself in the right frame of mind to face a Monday.

I decide to turn down the radio and talk to God, you know, pray my silent prayer to set the tone for the day.

And as I’m midway through my prayer, chatting (in my head) about all the people I want to pray for, I suddenly realize that I am about to miss my exit on the interstate. So in the middle of my prayer, I take a quick glance over my shoulder and swerve merge right so I can quickly get two lanes over.

And as I’m recklessly swerving cautiously blending in with the traffic on the correct exit, I hear myself say it. And a second or two passes. And I realize what I just said.

“Oh, sh*t!”

Yep. Right in the middle of my prayer. Out loud.

And I’m pretty sure it didn’t get bleeped out by the network censors before it hit God’s ears.

So the question then becomes: how do you follow up after that?

I think I’m beginning to understand why “Amazing Grace” was my very favorite song when I was little.


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