I said a prayer, a couple of prayers actually. My husband wasn’t answering his phone. It was time to pick the girls up and to pick me up for an eye doctor appointment. My good friend Julie was an answer to prayer when she agreed to help me by picking my older daughter up from school and taking her home. God’s love is surely in answered prayers. The second answered prayer: my daughter’s knocking on the back door woke my husband. I had been praying he was okay, that he just forgot to turn his phone’s ringer on. That turned out to be the case & while I was frustrated with him, I was glad he was okay.