Last night was the phone call every parent of a teen dreads. About 10 p.m., my mouth full of toothpaste, the phone rings. A tearful voice, "Mom, I got in a car accident!" When my heart started beating again, I determined that Amy and her friends were all unhurt. She'd been going too fast, distracted by her friends and the music, when an animal darted across the road. She swerved to avoid it, hit a little patch of ice and skidded into a fire hydrant. Looks like the car is going to be out of commission for quite a while. Meanwhile I'm trying to come up with a fair combination of grounding and restrictions that fits the transgression.
I'll be back. But it may be a day or two before I have anything worth saying. Meanwhile, I am trying to remember: "All things work together for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose."