New Every Morning

Sunday’s flat tire was a pain in the…place where I keep my wallet.

AAA couldn’t fix it. And while I can certainly change a tire, neither of us could get the spare off of my 15-year-old truck.

It all worked out with some generous assistance from an associate.

But, for a while, it rattled my world.

On the (very) early morning drive to the tire shop in a borrowed car I remembered this favorite hymn.

“All I have needed, thy hand hath provided…”

Just another reminder that I can’t do this alone and I don’t have to.



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