Yesterday, after taking Sam to school, I went with Kate to a friend's house and then to Target (or course) and as we were driving home, we passed the turn that leads to Sam's school. I thought, I wonder what my boy is doing? and then looked at the time . . . 2:34. Almost time for school to be out.
I think I'll pick him up, I thought.
Nah, I didn't write a note.
But I think I'll pick him up.
So I made an illegal U-turn and went to the school where they asked me for my ID. I said, "I was just driving by and thought I'd get him." The secretary said, "Sometimes it's better to ignore those impulses."
No, it's not.
Because I'm his mother. And I trust in God.
Sometimes it's obvious what God wants us to do. And sometimes He speaks in a still, small voice.
Something told me to pick him up.
I'll probably never know why. The bus didn't crash or anything. But he came home with me.