I was driving my child to an after-school activity, and he had been falling apart. Hungry, tired, overwhelmed, sad -- and his ADHD was wearing us both down.
Car conversations failed, so music it was.
Every station had something depressing, sad, bleak, dark.
We rounded the corner onto Main Street… 85 degrees, windows open, people walking everywhere...
I touched the radio dial to find something better, more upbeat, when --
“APPLE BOTTOM JEANS -- BOOTS WITH THE FURRR -- THE WHOLE CLUB WAS LOOKIN’ AT HERRR--”
The radio was stuck at max volume of 40. I tried turning it down on the steering wheel -- nope.
“SHE HIT THE FLO’! NEXT THING I KNOW!”
Tried turning it down on the dial -- nothing! Stuck at 40!
“SHORTY GOT LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW!”
My son and I bursted out laughing, singing, dancing in our car seats.
God gave us the laugh and joy we desperately needed right at that moment. Through the radio. Flo Rida, to be exact. Our moods were mended.
Later, the radio worked fine.
And so did we.