Roti and a miracle

My bestie Cheoma agreed and shared my craving for a roti. A Caribbean/ Grenadian -Trinidadian- Guyanese –any island with Indian influence has roti and make it a certain way. The dough is actually the roti but we call the whole meal– meat, potatoes, beans, greens curried and wrapped up- that’s a roti!

I’ve been missing out on my alone time away from home and it was showing. I was irritated and just annoyed too many times of small issues.

It was time. So today Thursday I told my husband and he said have a good drive Babi.

Off I went in search of roti. The Trinidad cafe was 43 minutes away in Round Rock. I thought since I missed lunch maybe I should snack on something besides water until I got there. However, the first miracle is that I sipped my water while I drove and I was quite fine. Hallelujah.

Miracle number two was such a quick and sudden moment. The only thing I remember is consciously closing my mouth and honking my horn at the rude, speeding driver who did come to a stop after speeding unfairly ahead of me…it was so close, I know he or she thought their pretty blue Audi ( or was it a Volkswagen sedan?) had hit our good old madza…

I was just so surprised and caught off guard. Where did that car come from? It was a two way street and I had to wait for a turn to come safely out from the side street to turn right.

Was it behind me and thought I was being too cautious and slow?? All I know is that it was only a miracle that I stopped as I do not remember pressing the brakes. Wow. Thank you God! Thank you for your covering and protection! I see it as a miracle! Your hands upon me and our Mazda. Nothing stopped me from having some alone time– and a roti.

Now this roti taste sooooo good! And it is not just because I was hungry. The small café is inside of the shell gas station and even has a drive thru which I missed so I ordered and waited at the window.

Thank you Jesus for blessing me with good tasting roti and driving protection! Hallelujah.