a disaster gone good

So yesterday I was picking up my brother's friend to come over for a sleep over. We went to Blockbuster to pick up a movie. I had my mom's big ukon, and let me tell you, it's pretty impossible to see in that thing. I was in a bit of a hurry, and quickly pulled into a parking spot. Now you see, I am not very good parker to begin with and was way out of the lines. So, I decided to pull out again and fix myself. Well, there was a truck off to the side waiting to go passed me. I decided to wait and let it go first. This truck was just not moving. I was getting a little confused and frusturated with it, so I decided I was just go if it wasn't going to move. I start backing out, keeping my eye on this truck, when all of a sudden errupts blaring horns from all directions. I stop the car very confused and slightly worried, and realize there's a black van pulling out right behind me. Clearly it was my fault, so I flipped the car in drive and flung forward before any more damage could be done. I didn't actually hit the car, but I was so unbelievably close. Being mortified, and really wanting to leave, I got my brother, and his friend, out of the car (still not in a parking spot might I add) and we went into the movie store. They picked out a movie quickly (thankfully) and we left. I was feeling absolutely terrible. I started racking my brain of what I might have done, if I actually hit them..oh it was terrible. Then BAM! on the radio comes Jimmy Needham singing Forgiven and Loved. Oh, I was fighting back tears. Man does God know me well! Jimmy Needham is one of my favorites and that song couldn't have been chosen better. How could I ever deny such a love?