She was the second Turnpike worker I've prayed for. We'd been down to Winfield for Sophia's first swim meet (she did awesome, by the way), and it was getting close to 11 p.m. as we pulled into the South Wichita interchange. Mary was with me, and two girls -- Sophia and Isabella -- were asleep in the back.
A short woman was in the booth. I gave her a dollar for the toll and then asked her my question. She looked surprised, like most people do, and then she looked down behind me to make sure there was no one waiting. It was all clear. There was time. So I said a quick prayer for her, asking God to keep her safe. She thanked me, and then we were back on our way.
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