i am convinced God speaks to me through my truck tires.

A few years ago, you may remember a post about me pulling into the tire store for a set of new tires. as i sat in the parking lot waiting for my ride, my tire went flat. at the tire store. really, only God could have planned that one.

last night i met the husband at baseball practice with the boys. he drove the car, i drove the Explorer. when i got there, i saw how dirty the car was and decided to swap him vehicles and go wash it. note that i make it a point to NEVER drive the car. i hate that thing.

i take the car, wash it, stop at the grocery store and head home with a full trunk and a full back seat (grocery shopping sucks, by the way). when i get home, the husband tells me the back tire on the Explorer went flat while they were at practice and he had to change it. i promise it was not flat when i dropped it off.

really, any other day it would have been me dealing with a flat tire in the grocery store parking lot. God knew i would be clueless and mad and the ice cream would melt.
so he let the husband handle it--which he did in about 10 minutes.

see? it pays to listen to Christian rock every now and again while you drive.