On Friday a piece of my tire started to come off on the highway.  It was a very small piece and besides a terrible clunking nothing disastrous came of it.  That is to say nothing happened on the highway.  Later at the tire shop, looking at the bill for four brand new tires — because of course they all had to be replaced — with a nauseous sort of sinking feeling that had nothing to do with pregnancy I knew that something disastrous had happened indeed.

The remaining day, I filled with sniffles and sobs and “every time we start to get ahead…”.  It was quite pathetic really.  Not until the next morning did the pitifulness start to wear off and it occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, it would be okay.  I am a child of the King after all and He’s always worked things out well in the past.  In fact, He’s never failed me in my whole life - though I can think of countless times I have failed Him.

So on Friday I spent $755 on tires and on Saturday afternoon not long after I finally decided to trust God the mailman arrived with a $700 check - the return on an investment made so long ago I had given up on its ever coming.

When will I learn that He knows my every need?  He knows and He plans for them far in advance.  He is never, ever surprised and He is always on time.