I guess. . .

I just put down the phone from multiple calls with one of our sons. He is at school and the battery is dead on the car he is driving. Besides being beat up cosmetically, this car is very reliable. It surprised me a bit. I offered to drive to Visalia, 15 miles, if I could get the truck started. I couldn't. His mother, M, is in Fresno taking her mother to the doctor and is coming through Visalia. He said she is coming later, he would walk to grandma's and wait for her. I made a few more offers and each time he said it was okay, he'd go to grandma's.

I'm a bit nonplussed about this. I'm so used to dropping things to go help others that when I was told I was unneeded, he would deal with it, I didn't know how to react. Then I thought. Thank you, God. With Your guidance, we have raised independent children that don't pitch a fit when they are inconvenienced.


Addendum: Twenty minutes after the last phone call, our son called and said he got the car running; he'll be home soon. Thank you, God, again.