Last Saturday, a colleague stopped by on an errand. When she left, her car wouldn’t start. After a half-hour of a little worry (I presume) and calling her husband and waiting for him to arrive—presumably to push it out of the way or wait for a tow, he found that it was just not in park. That’s why it wouldn’t start. Problem solved; thank you, Lord.
The day before, I had gotten out my little tractor for a bit of mowing. It coughed a little, sputtered, didn’t quite want to move, moved, and then died a great, wheezing death, complete with smoke. I figured the whole machine, used and worn, had gone to meet its maker. Pushed it back into the garage. Today, on a whim, before using my neighbor’s mower, I went to try it. It was only out of gas. I think the dregs (read: silt and grass in the bottom of the tank) made it act up and smoke. It started normally and mowed normally. Problem solved; thank you, Lord.
Not everything is this easy, obviously, but when the little blessings come, why not thank God?