My car was stolen last night. I went to dinner with my sister and when I came back to the parking garage it was gone. Ugh! I called the police and the insurance company and now I wait. I'm grateful that I wasn't in the car and I'm grateful that my laptop or nothing else of value was in the car. I'm really grateful that the woman in security that circled the parking
garage with me prayed with me before we parted ways.
For every jerk who steals a car there's an angel who is willing to pray with you.