When I got out of bed this morning, I had no idea how God would provide my needs for today, but then again, He always keeps His promises and surprises me with the way He answers my prayers.
I needed items from the store and had nothing but a little change in my purse. I phoned one place but couldn't make another loan. I prayed, then called a convience store which is about two miles up the highway. The cashier said to give her ten minutes to call the owner then call back. " Please God, let this work out for I know of no other option nearby and I have a bad tire on the car." I silently prayed.
While waiting to call back, I decided to check on the amount of my power bill since next week is my payday from my fixed income check. Another surprise from God...an adjustment had been made on my previous bill so next week I'll have fifty-eight dollars extra . "Thank you Lord" I breathed.
I hesitantly picked up the phone again knowing I had to face the answer from the store owner. If he said no I didn't know what I was going to do.
I dialed the number and heard "Andy's Convience Store."
This is Martha; were you able to get in touch with Andy?
"Yes." came her reply. " He said yes, yes you can get what you need on a ticket and pay next week".
"Oh thank you Lord" I silently prayed.
I got appropriately dressed for the ninety-four degree heat outside, left my two Chihuahus in the house under air conditioning, and headed out the door. As I got into the car I prayed again. "Please God don't let Old Faithful, my bad tire, have a blow-out and help me get back home safely to my pets."
When I arrived at the store the clerk allowed me to put gas in my car too besides getting the other things I needed. I signed my ticket then drove away a happy woman. I drove to the old homeplace nearby and fed and watered two left behind cats as I did every day in the name of Jesus. I was still happy and headed back home.
About one-fourth mile down the highway suddenly my car jerked to the left making a loud flapping sound at the wheel. There goes Old Faithful... a blowout!
I panicked yet managed to control the car, gave the fastest left hand signal I have ever given, forgetting that my turn signal worked. A truck was right behind me. My hands were shaking; I was so nervous!
I pulled in the shade under the gas pump canopy of a closed store which was nearer my house.
I got out to see if I had damaged the rim. Lo and behold, the bad tire was still aired up! I bent over to glance under the car thinking something had broken near the tire when something else toward the rear caught my eye. The rear right tire, the one with the best rubber and threads, a used one I had bought only six weeks ago, had chunks and flaps of rubber and strands of steel wiring hanging loose and sticking out. It was still aired up so the loose rubber must have been flapping against the inside wall of the fender.
I had my cell phone with me but knew of no one available who could help me.
I cautiously walked toward the house adjoining the store property praying they didn't have outside dogs. I was still very nervous knowing my spare tire was just a rinky-dink donut.
A man, appearing to be just a little older than me, came to the door. I told him my situation. He walked out to my car, examined the tire then asked how far was it to my house. "Just down at the bottom of this big hill near the power plant entrance." He said he though that I could make it home safely but to be careful.
We introduced ourselves, sat down on the cement base at the pumps, talked a few minutes, then he said, "I know where that that little road is. I often wondered what was down there. I'll follow you and make sure you don't get stranded on the side of the road in this heat." I thanked him for his kindness. We both drove off with hazard lights flashing.
Halfway down the hill it came a sudden burst of big rain drops out of nowhere it seemed and then rained harder. As I was turning onto my little road to my house I stuck my left arm out in the rain and waved to him as he passed by in his green pick-up truck. I prayed for him to return to his home safely.
I got soaking wet getting from car to front porch but felt happy again. God had taken care of me, my needs, and let me meet a new senior citizen friend near my own age who lives close by. He is alone like me. One never knows what God might be planning.
I've always heard the phrase that you can't judge a book by it's cover. Today I learned a newer rendition of that meaning...you can't judge a tire by it's rubber!
Issiah 65:24 ....that before they call I will answer, while they are yet speaking I will hear. KJV
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