I bought someone a tire yesterday. Seems like a simple thing to do, but it was profound and filled with the fragrance of the Divine. It was mercy. It was grace. It was humility. To be allowed and be a vessel for the Divine was something I cannot explain. I felt unworthy. I felt humbled. I felt unspeakably grateful. And the gratitude I was met with I knew didn't go to me, but went to Him and His mercies in allowing such a collision of His wills. The mingling of these emotions points only to Him. He created the need and He allowed the provision.
He provides of His children, of this I am confidant.
I pray this is only the first of many tires.