Thursday, March 1, 2018

No Tires

March 1, 2018


“I’m calling to let you know I’ll be at your place in about an hour.” You wouldn’t think things could go downhill from such a simple statement, but that’s exactly what happened. A few days before, I had answered an ad for some tires, and arranged to pick them up today. Last night, in spite of agreeing to meeting me today, he sold them to someone else. A few years ago, that would have thrown me into a tailspin. I’d have been fuming for hours. Today, although things didn’t turn out as I had expected and desired, it’s OK. I’ve learned to trust that God knows what he is doing, even when I don’t. It’s a lot easier that way; I go to bed with gratitude instead of ulcers.

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