The plan was to wait for an hour or so at my church for a wrecker to take my Jeep off to the repair place and then go eat seafood with my dear mother. Yep, that was the plan.

But life has a funny way of happening while you’re busy making other plans. The evening didn’t quite turn out the way I had planned, to put it mildly.

The wrecker that was supposed to show up at 8:08 pm (according to AAA’s estimated time of arrival), didn’t show up at all. When I finally got through on the phone, the rep said that the next available ETA was 4:40 am. So I cancelled and will try again tomorrow.

Chalk it down to bad customer service and plans detoured. But I won’t call it a wasted evening.

I figure that at least I wasn’t by myself. At least I had a way to get home and wasn’t forced to wait until the wee hours of the morning. I figure my so-called “bad” day was still better than a good day for so many around the world who are facing way more than I could ever comprehend or imagine.

Plus, I recall that not even a no-show tow truck can separate me from God’s love. Not a car that won’t start. Not my own anxiety and impatience. Nothing. God’s love lasts beyond all that and beyond anything that I will ever face.

That’s some good news.