About an hour ago, I was driving on the highway with my two kids when our tire blew. I heard it sounding off, slowed down, and pulled over just in time for watch it roll down the side of the highway.
I know how to change a tire (everyone should), but my husband was nearby so I gave him a call to help. With age, I’ve gotten better at it. I also was feeling really stressed about sitting on the side with cars shaking ours as they sped past. After about 10 minutes, a bright green truck pulled up behind me. It was someone from the department of transportation. No one called, he was just driving past. He changed my tire before my husband even arrived.
Something that could have been really damaging became kind of nbd with his help. I couldn’t help but feel like the universe had my back.
Anytime I’m in nature, I feel connected to God. I kind of feel connected to God, the Universe, all the time. I think I’ve just been through enough to have faith that I’m being carried. It’s really a lovely space to live from.
