Just thought I'd post some photos of our muddy ride to church yesterday. The roads were so greasy, we fishtailed a wee bit a few times. As a professional driver, hubby was in his element.
Then we got behind a 'Sunday driver' who wouldn't pull over to let us pass. We had to follow him (hubby says it was a her) for about 20 km/20 miles. He/she was going so slow. And then we were late for church. *sigh
When we arrived in Glenavon, we saw they had received a lot more snow than us. Or maybe it was just that theirs stayed around while ours melted.
After, when we were having brunch at the bakery, I was telling them that I had prayed the whole way. My prayers consisted of asking God to put His hands on the wheel. Hubby perked up and said, "So that's why it was so hard to steer." LOL