Who ya gonna call?

      A few days ago, I went to a wedding reception, alone as usual. My husband was "working, sick, asleep, saving the universe", or all of the above. Well, that is not the point of this missive. I virtuously went to this reception IN A BLIZZARD!! Why, why, why you ask?? I do not know. I guess "because I must". (See the movie "Blast From the Past")
      Anyway, the important part is---after I left the reception, I turned my van up a small incline and instead of going up, I slid backwards. I went up and slid back down several times, each time ending up farther down the hill. I did what anyone in my position would do:  I prayed for help. I was thinking two or three musclebound men would probably be sufficient. Five if they had bad backs. God always answers your prayers, but not always the way you suggest to Him that He might.
      I prayed and prayed. It was freezing, I was low on gas, and if I slid backwards again I would end up stuck in a huge snow bank. I called my husband and he would have come but he had the car that couldn't have made it out of our driveway. Sadly, I had the car that was good in the snow. Also, he is only one man with a bad back, not five.
      Just then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but one tiny young woman with a snow shovel. She smiled encouragingly, and dug and dug. She dug out my tires. She dug out the snow in front of me. She gave me advice (which I ignored and later found out she was right). She shouted encouragement when I slowly tried again and cheered when I made it out!! She was the answer to my prayer.
       Sometimes I suspect that God has a sense of humor. Sometimes I know there is a lesson in it somewhere. My husband said that there are probably several burly men on that street that felt the spirit nudge them to look out the window, but they couldn't tear themselves away from a screen. Luckily for me, one tiny woman had a shovel, and felt called to serve.