God still sees us

Last Thursday, Blaise, Dad, and I were going to The Salvation Army to drop off some old mattresses. But we had a problem. In the van, we had to stow away the back and middle row seats so we could put the mattresses in the van. That left just the two front seats. Dad sat in the driver's seat. Blaise sat in the passenger's seat, and I laid down in the back, squished by the mattresses. I was reminded that God still saw me, even though I was hidden by mattresses and shaded windows. Luckily, we didn't get caught and arrived safely. My lesson learned that day was that God sees us no matter what.