Out of the mouth of babes

I went to pay the balance on a ticket I received a while back for my inspection being out. Truth be told, my license was expired too and my registration was also out. Things were very tight at the time all were due so they just went over looked for a time. I was able to get the license and registration waived for a small fee, but the court wouldn't allow the inspection to be waived and I had to pay a large amount to clear it, which I set a 30 day pay arrangement. That was March 4th. So today, I went to pay it instead of on the 4th because I don't get off early enough from work most days. The all too cheerful about her job employee informed me that they would have to add $25 to the already high total because I was two days late. I'm not gonna lie. That made me mad.

I got in the car after paying it, and called Jason to vent. He completely agrees with me how ridiculous it is that we are charged all of these fees when the reason we got the ticket in the first place is because we didn't have the money for the tags, etc. Then he tells me that he got a ticket this morning for speeding in a school zone that he's sure he wasn't. Upon hearing that, I was irate. My anger was compounded because this is the second ticket within a month that he's gotten. By the end of the phonecall I was livid and shortly after, my anger turned to tears. I cried out loud "Why can't we catch just one break? We're doing our best!" I became aware again that I wasn't alone when I heard a little voice call to me, "Mommy, are you alright?" Yes, I said. She then probed further asking, "Are you not feeling good? Do you need to go to the hospital?" (She thinks you always go to the hospital for anything) "No, Ray, I'm fine. I'm just a little sad right now." I told her. She quickly responded, "Don't worry Mommy, your daddy's gonna make it all better."

Now, in our house, we talk about my dad and how he's in Heaven and that we can't see him right now, but we will see him another day, quite a bit. To be honest, I was a little annoyed at her at first, because I know that she knows better than to think that my dad can help me. I was also emotional at what she said because that was exactly who my dad was-someone who made everything better for everybody. In a matter of seconds, the Holy Spirit spoke to me that Raylen was right. No, my earthly dad who has died and gone to Heaven cannot help me, but my Father who created me, loves me and holds me in His hand, is going to make everything "all better" in His timing. Again, God chose to use the small, sweet and caring voice of my 3 year old to teach me to trust Him more.