She took his hand again. “Buck, this is too special. This is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time.” “You said you were going to miss me, but I didn’t do it only for you. I’ve got business in Chicago.” She giggled and let go again. “I wasn’t talking about you, Buck, though this is sweet. I was talking about God doing the nice thing for me.”
That awkward moment when God takes credit for the thing you did, because he made you do it.
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