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He lets me lie down in green pastures   Psalm 23:2

 

 

Yesterday, was “Tax Day”.   The day by which all good and noble Americans are required to render unto Caesar that which belongs to Caesar.  In my state, it is also the day on which you will remove your studded tires from your vehicle and drive regular tires.    So, I stopped at the tire store to have the tires changed.   It was quite a wait because many of us were doing the same thing.    Finally, about an hour later, good thing I had my phone, the tires were on, and I was ready to go.    As I was collecting my things, the lady at the counter said, “You’ll need new studded tires for the next winter.”  I was a little agitated right about then.  I had just bought new summer tires. Now I need to prepare to buy studded tires for the winter.  Give me a break!    She explained that the belts on two of the tires were broken and the tread was also worn down.  It was then that God checked my spirit.  He reminded me that he had, indeed, protected me.  The tires had not blown so no one was hurt, and they went through the season.  I had six months to save for new tires.  He showed me the greenness of the place where I was.  I was reminded of the verse in Psalms 23, “He lets me lie down in green pastures.”   I am reminded that God makes the places where we are green.   We do often have to change our perspective to see the good.  I had to shift my focus from an added expense to what could have happened but didn’t.  Yes, I will be buying new tires, but there were no accidents, hospital rooms, or tow calls.   Thank you, God, for letting me see the green pastures.

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