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.