Most everyone who knew Mom, knows she loved Mustangs, cars – not horses. Although, she kept her license current, Mom never drove. But if she had drove, it would have been a mustang. As a matter of fact, Daddy did get her a mustang (or was it more than one) which ended up getting passed to my siblings. Anyway at the hotel we stayed at in Hendersonville, we walked in and there was a car parked in the lobby. Yes, a car parked in the lobby. That’s right, it was a mustang.
At first on the day we arrived, I didn’t pay much attention to it. But the next day, when it was time to leave for the recording studio (and when I began to really miss her knowing she would have loved being there), I took notice. I’m pretty sure I even said out loud, “is that really a mustang?” A bright red mustang at that!
Ok, ok. I’m not a strong believer in things like this. But I do believe the Lord cares for His children and touches them in ways that are special just to them. (Psalm 35: 27)
And if that takes a red mustang parked in a hotel lobby, well…thats what has to be done!!!