"brittany's prayer " // story .1. //
"brittany's prayer" // story .1. // I spun down the road, my gas pedal nearly to the floor as I raced closer and closer to the exit sign for Snohomish. I was already terribly late. I looked anxiously at the clock beside my dashboard and again at the estimated arrival time on my GPS. At this rate I would be at least 10 minutes late to the small group meeting. This was a brand new bible-study group that a friend of mine had convinced me to go to. I had to look up the directions and had underestimated the time it would take to get to the place. Maybe my introvert nerves had gotten the best of me that day, making me so apprehensive about going. I wanted to make a good impression but obviously, with my late arrival and scattered mind, that would not be the case. Of course. "Ugh, why am I always running late?!" I groaned to myself. I leaned forward, closer to the wheel and focused desperately on the minutes of blacktop ahead until I rounded the corn...