In my last blog I shared with you that the LWML Board of Directors, along with many Lutheran Women in Mission, would be meeting in St. Louis for planning purposes. Much preparation took place to get ready for that week, but I was not prepared for the flat tire I found on my car the night before I needed to drive over the mountain pass to catch my flight at 4 a.m. the next morning.

One should be prepared for a flat tire. I should have read the manual for my Subaru. I should have known where the spare tire was stored and how to access it. I should have determined the location of the tire jack and where to attach it to the undercarriage of the vehicle so I could lift and lower the car safely. I should have carried gloves in the car for this purpose. All these thoughts ran through my mind on that Saturday night as I stared at the flat tire.

I don’t want to offend women out there with my lack of feminism, but I will shamelessly state that I do not have any wish to ever change a tire, clear the snow from the driveway, or chop wood. I’m not saying I can’t do those things, but I am stating that I’d rather my husband Scott take care of those tasks. Alas, Scott was in Minnesota.

Before I could even formulate a plan of action, my neighbors drove up. Gary and Loretta have become forever friends here on the ranch, and I have no doubt that God directed them to be there just when I needed them. Gary assessed the damage, changed the tire, and told me I was not allowed to drive over the pass to Colorado Springs with that spare. Loretta announced that she would pick me up and take me to the airport (think mountain roads at 4 a.m.), and I had better have coffee for the ride. Tears sprung forth, not because I was frustrated, but because I was overwhelmed with gratitude and love.

With no time to ask, my Lord provided help and comfort. For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations (Psalm 100:5). His grace abounds and my faith rests in the promises of His Word. I am blessed.

Tomorrow we buy new tires. 

Today, and always, we are surrounded by His grace,

Debbie