Last week we were with our son Jonathan in a city where he was scheduled to attend a class. It was wintry cold, with light snow and a brisk wind. Amy and I ate dinner while Jonathan went to his class. We then checked into a hotel to await his return.
Jonathan arrived at the hotel at 5:30 pm (that is important). He entered the room, deposited his books, and removed his coat. After several minutes he remembered something he needed that was in his car. Jonathan retrieved his coat and left the room. I was in a chair reading.
At 5:50 Jonathan called me. He said he thought he had a flat tire and asked if I would come and look at the car. I hurried to the parking lot and found his tire almost flat. It was 5:54. I told Jonathan to meet me at a tire store and drove his car off the parking lot. Jonathan misunderstood my directions and went in the opposite direction.
It was already dark and the cold more intense. As I left the hotel, I noticed a tire business at the end of the street. I had a sudden powerful sense that I should drive to the store. As I entered the property, I saw a man closing the large bay doors of the tire center. By his body language, I realized that he was closing for the night. I prayed for God to help me, parked, and approached the man.
The business employee was polite but told me the store was closed and I would have to return in the morning. I asked him if anywhere else was open and he said, no. I then told him that I was from another town and asked if he could help. He paused then told me to pull the car to the first bay which was still open. He looked at the tire and quickly located a large nail embedded in the tread.
He then told me that he did not have a lift strong enough to raise my vehicle but that his store was THE ONLY PLACE in the city that had special equipment that could fix tires on farm vehicles that could not be placed on a lift. He opened a large metal cabinet and removed a plug that was EXACTLY the size my tire needed (it was the only one).
After he repaired the tire, I offered to pay him, but he refused. He explained that his grandfather had taught him as a child to always help someone in need. His grandfather died at 97 snow blowing a driveway for a single mom who needed to get to work. He said he fixed my tire for his grandfather.
I had just experienced a “string of miracles.” Jonathan remembered something he needed from his car which allowed him to discover the almost flat tire. He called me just before the business I would need was scheduled to close. I “felt” strongly that I was supposed to stop at that tire store. The manager had the only available equipment and materials that I needed. The plug was the exact correct size. God led me to a man who had learned generosity from a beloved grandfather. We were able to return safely to our home.
You can still have miracles, and you can still experience answered prayer because you have an almighty heavenly Father who loves and cares for you, EVERY DAY.
The Bible says in Psalm 27: 1,
The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?