Tim Samoff // Weblog

A couple of days ago, I told the story of how my wife and I were never meant to own a particular CD. We felt bad about this — we really did. We searched my wife’s car more than once trying to find that CD. We felt bad and we felt dumb. It was an “oops” that we were taking pretty hard.

This morning, I had one of the biggest laughs I’ve ever had as I was driving my car while running some errands. As I was driving down Main Street towards the downtown area, I had one of those “all of a sudden a car stopped short in front of me so I had to slam on my brakes” moments… Just then, something shot out of nowhere and landed beneath my gas pedal. I leaned down to pick it up, almost sensing what it was going to be. When I picked it up, I saw that I was right: it was the Eric Hurst CD!

Julianna and I had driven my car to church last Sunday, not hers!

Yes, we threw the mailing envelope away last Sunday, but Julianna had not put the CD back into it. And, because we couldn’t find the CD anywhere, we just figured that it was gone.

Oops…

I didn’t think that I could feel dumber than I did for the first “oops.” God smiled and produced the CD back into our lives. And it is very good, I must say.

The moral of this story: No “oops” is the last “oops.”

Laugh with me.