I got, got.

I forgot to brag in my last post about how we had 3 separate people in a 3 day period, come up to us and complement our children and/or our parenting of them.

It sure felt good.

And I would have told you that my admittance of that story backfired, because Beckham was a beast at dinner tonight.

But no one noticed my kids.

I am sure they, as well as myself, could only focus on the ass-wipe next to our table and the terrible way he talked to the teenage boy with him.

10 years ago, I would have let him know that I didn't appreciate the way he was talking to his step-son.
I might have even asked him to say something nice to him, and try and offset all of his negativity... just for me.

But instead I cried.
And kissed my boys.
And told them all the things that make them special and perfect and amazing to me.
And thanked my husband for being the daddy that he is.

And reminded myself that, even though I never think of my marriage as a 100% permanent thing (remember my 5 year commitment) --I will NEVER let my kids be talked to like that by anyone.  Ever.
And it might be worth throwing the word divorce out of my dictionary, just to secure this promise for myself.

***
We left there and stopped at a gas station to look for a movie at Red Box.

Just as Lance was getting in our car, he was approached by a heavy-set man in his late 30's.
He said he was a part of a group called Vision 2020, that goes to high schools and talks about drug and alcohol abuse and then he invites them to revival and leads youth to Christ.

He said that he ran out of money, and was embarrassed to ask, but needed cash for gas.

Lance apologized and told him that we had no cash and got back in the car.

As we pulled out of the gas station, I got real sappy again, and asked Lance to take me back so that I could ATM.

Lance reminded me that he was driving a 100K rig and even as a non-profit organization, should have funding for gas... or a credit card.
but he took me back.

Lance and I hit up Google on our phones and couldn't find anything about what he was talking about...
but while investigating, I felt like I was questioning God and had an overwhelming feeling that I should help.
So I finally hopped out of my car and went in to get cash.

I walked over to him and he told me his name was Pastor Freddie Reed and told me the exact story he told Lance, earlier. 
I was led to Christ at a revival by Pastor Clark Bosher as a child....
It made sense to pass the buck.

After taking my money, however, he hopped into his big fancy bus and took off.
And didn't get a gallon of gas at all.


Lance was disappointed and had an "I told you so" speech prepared.
But 2 seconds into it, my tears took over.

Lance was telling me that he wasn't mad at me...
but I can't be so trusting of other people.
That it was "just money"...
but he was probably a crook.
That he wishes I wouldn't take it so personal...
but would stop crying about it.

It felt really personal.
And I cry.
That's what I do.

It wasn't even a lot of money....  {We don't have a lot of money.}
But dang it... there is someone who could have used it better than him, had I known he was just scamming me.

***
Maybe there is no moral to this story...
and maybe when I am not so hormonal, this will seem silly that I even re-told it.

But Maddox kept saying, "I know that man."  and "I have seen that man before when I was a baby" and though I knew he hadn't, I was not wanting to fail a hypothetical test that Jesus might have been giving me...

But then he said, through my sniffling, from the back seat, "well mommy, I think you got, got."

***
On to other news...
I loved the car.

We are taking mine to Car Max tomorrow and if they will give me pay off, I am heading back to Denton for my new ride!

We shall see!