Baby steps, people

Whenever I hear a siren, I remember what one of the instructors in my driving class once said. "Those sirens are there for a reason. Those people are trying to get somewhere in a hurry to help someone. So get out of the way, it could your family. Your mother. Your father. Your grandmother. Get out of their way."

Since then, I've tried to say a small prayer that He would watch over not only those in trouble, but the first responders whenever I hear a siren. We started that in the car last year when Grace started saying her own prayers, a simple "Lord, please protect them." or "God, please help them." I firmly believe that while He listens to everyone, your prayers are the clearest and loudest.

So today, while we were sitting at an intersection about to get on I-95, all four of us strapped into seat belts with a movie going, a fire engine went by.

Me: Guys, can you say a prayer?

Grace: Lord, can you make that noise stop? It's too loud.