The yelling began. Then the blaming. The pity-party celebration came next. How much was this gonna cost us??!
But the Lord was faithful. There was no ticket. The cops must have been busy elsewhere. Or it was the same cop who gave us the previous ticket, and he/she felt sorry for us. Whatever. The Lord gave to us even in our sleep. He rebuked the devourer of our funds. We learned our lesson, and it didn't cost us more than was necessary. Whew!