I'm sorry I don't have much time to write this morning. And to my family/Harpersville friends: I'm about to tell you something you CANNOT tell my parents at church this morning—I'll tell them when I get back home so they won't worry. Dave and I are on a rare long vacation, and we're coming home today—in a rental car. Yesterday, we were dead-still at a four-way stop when a young girl in a humongous pickup truck was making a left onto our street and hit the gas too hard on a rainy highway. She lost control and slammed into our car, then spun around and rendered a second car unsafe to drive. But we were so blessed that no one was hurt. Everybody walked away fine. And a local police officer, who realized the difficult situation we were in, got our car towed and drove us back to our rental house, which was a loooooong way from town. (For some reason, he put me in the back seat of the squad car and Dave in the front. I guess I looked like trouble:) So after an early morning taxi ride to the airport to pick up a rental car, we're packing up for the trip home.We called our insurance company's hotline yesterday, but once we had our wits about us, Dave and I both said, "We need to call John." John Wimberly is our amazing insurance agent, who treats us like friends, not clients. So between John, our new police officer friend, and the Good Lord keeping us safe, all will be well:) I hope your Sunday morning is more serene than mine has been!