A NAIL IN MY TIRE!
Okay Its crazy week at the Duncan home. And why? Well each year one, some or all of us go to Belize. This year it's Bill, he goes to Belize and leaves this poor helpless girl alone to fend for herself in this brutal world. Yes brutal. So to kick off his departure as I'm leaving church on Sunday, my friend Jill tells me there is a a nail in my tire. Now I'm thankful that she noticed it. But Nails in Tires I say are a mans job. And my man is not home. Oh what is a poor women in distress supposed to do. Ah have no fear, super Ray lives down the street. So today, Monday, I call Ray to bring it down. He owns a tire shop. And he had to repair the tire. I am so thankful that my tire did not end up flat unexpectedly. That could have been a disaster. Super Ray told me it would not have made it through the day. And I was traveling long distance to a picnic tonight to see some old friends. That would have been disasterous.
So this got me to thinking that life is like a tire and sometimes we get a nails in it. Sometimes the nails can be sustained over a period of time. Sometimes the nails puncture us so badly that we need repair. Sometimes the nails come without warning. But regardless of the nail we continue to travel and move. And somehow we always end up somewhere.
I can't help to think that this nail is a sign from God. Saying Okay Lori you are going to be okay this week. And that this is only the beginning. You have had many nails and more are coming but I'm transforming you into someone who can handle the nails with me pulling them out and repairing them. Again Lori, I want you to know I am always with you.
Today was stressful, always is when I'm taking care of the kids, the home and the business, and the nails in my tire. But I'm okay because God is watching over me!
