A tire

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.

Thanks. Praise.

He provides of His children, of this I am confidant.

I pray this is only the first of many tires.