This morning as I made the 40 minute drive to church, I heard the usual noises my 13 year old car makes. But I also heard another noise. I'd heard it before, and thought I had a flat tire. But it ended up being the piece of rubber that goes on the upper tire flap had come loose.
So as I cruised down the freeway at 70 mph, I assumed that was the noise I was hearing. Just to be sure, I took my hands off the wheel for a short distance. The car didn't pull, so again I figured it wasn't anything to worry about.
I got to church and put my casserole in the kitchen. By the time church was almost over, I really wasn't feeling good, so told someone I'd get my dish on Tuesday and headed to my car.
As I was backing out, one of my Sabbath School classmates motioned to me. He asked me if I knew about my tire.
It was completely flat.
He changed it for me and told me where to get it fixed, or a used tire. I had a nail in the sidewall, so got a used tire for $25.
I think about what could have happened this morning, and feel sick.
Someone (God, I believe) was really watching out for me.
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Then he called me and said he would be a little longer getting home because he pulled over to help a woman who was trying to change a flat tire. It must have been tire trouble day!