God's Sense of Humor

Sunday morning came, and the alarm went off. I shut it off and decided that even though it was

Easter

, I wasn't going to go to Sunday school and church. I started thinking of a few excuses to give Gramma, because she's always concerned when I don't go and makes sure I know it! A few minutes later as I was drifting back into sleep my phone starts ringing obnoxiously loudly. I reach over to answer, sure it's my boss asking me something silly, and I see it's Gramma. I answer it because the only other time she had called (instead of texted) one of our cell phones, she had been in a terrible car accident. I said, "Good morning Gramma!" and she said, "Lisa, I've locked my keys in the car at the gas pump, can you please bring me my spare as soon as possible? Your mom is home right? She has my spares." I assured her that yes, I'd be there soon, and hung up.

I laid back in bed for a few seconds and all I could do was smile up at the ceiling and tell God He was a funny guy.

So I got up, got dressed and got in the car to rescue Gramma. The church is in the very same town I had to drive to, so there was no reason for me not to go and so I went, and thoroughly enjoyed service and adult class lessons.

It still is making me smile to think that He went through all that trouble to get me to church. What an awesome God we serve!