Of Flat Tires And and my Father

I have recently had a couple of experiences where I have really felt my Heavenly Father's love, very much as my Father. Just one...when I was in Provo on my way to pick up Curtis from the airport, I got a very flat tire. I pulled into a parking lot and tried to call my two brothers who were in town. Neither of them were available to come help me change it, so I realized I was pretty much on my own. Now, I am ashamed to say it, but I have never actually changed a tire, though I know how to do it in theory. So, I got out my trusty car owners manuel, and proceeded to begin, and this guy walked up and asked if he could help me out. I very gratefully accepted his offer, knowing it would have taken me about two hours to change the tire (sad, I know!), and I had both the kids with me. He said he was from St. Louis, and he was there to inspect the store I was at. When I asked him what I could pay him, he refused payment, saying he figured God had put him there for a reason. Wow! This may seem like a little thing to most people, but as I drove off, I got tears in my eyes, knowing that Heavenly Father is always there for me, even in the little things, and I felt He had taken care of me since my own Dad was out of town and my brothers not around. What a comforting knowledge that is, and how grateful I am for angels like this man, who are answers to other people's prayers.