Getting new tires.
The whole process stresses me out.
That would be because I still have my left humorous bone held together by screws.
Souvenirs from a hydroplaning car accident years ago.
I thought of how my dad used to always help with advice in all areas automotive.
Then a lump in my throat missing him and my mamma who passed away this year 8 years to the day after my dad.
In the midst of the anxiety this time, I felt like I ended up exactly where I needed to be, with impossible to miss messages.
Not by accident but by what I call Divine Design, Not Mine.
I asked Siri to navigate to Annie's Auto.
I believe GPS (God's Positioning Service) got me there.
