Today I was driving home and a light came on in the console.  This is never good and immediately sends my armpits into sweat mode.  I am fearful of car problems.  I am fearful of breaking down in the middle of the road and traffic.  I hate cars.  So I did what I always do when this happens. I start muttering out loud over and over, "Please Jesus just get me home" and I start contacting my husband with multiple texts about the car and how it could blow up at any second.  The closer I crept, and yes at this point the car was creeping, to home the more I pressed down on the accelerator to get home quicker.  I turned on to our street.  I pulled into the driveway and...the car died. Dead.  No acceleration, it was done.  But I was in  my driveway. There's my gratitude attitude for the day, whew.  It is pure favor from God, I am seriously so grateful. P.S. The car was apparently 100% empty of water yet wasn't overheating.  Weir...