Blessings in disguise.

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HUbby called about 10 minutes after he left for work this morning. He has a 50 mile drive one-way. The van was overheating and trying to die on him. While we were still on the phone it died and wouldn't start. So I called my dad to get me to go pick up hubby and see what could be done. Hubby had managed to get the van to a high school parking lot by then. We got some water from the school for the radiator, but it was pouring out from underneath the van as fast as it was being poured in. So we left it there, and came back home. Hubby borrowed our daughter's car and went to work in late. So I was all bummed out, because it seems its always something! But then hubby reminded me to count our blessings: He got stranded close to home. He got stranded at a place where he could get off the road and there was a building where people were who could offer us help (even though the water didn't do any good, we did borrow a flashlight!) He could have continued on down the road and something worse might have happened. My dad is an early rise and was available to help us out. Our daughter was able to lend us her car. So, I guess in the grand scheme of things, maybe the good Lord was watching out for him. But here is the clincher: I had to call a tow truck and give him the rest of our money for the week to get the van home. After the tow truck driver left the van at our house, I noticed something stuck down in the corner of my jeans pocket. Thinking it was an old grocery list, I pulled in out. No grocery list! It was a $20 bill. Thank you, Lord, for small favors.