I had just filled up the car earlier in the week so it didn’t cross my mind to check the gas gauge.
Destination? 48 Kilometres south.
Sunny skies, great music on the radio, chai tea in hand – what a joy ride down the highway.
About 46 K along, I needed to take a rest from singing along so loudly to the music. I glanced down at the gauge and gasped. It wasn’t just showing empty – that little pointer-thingamajig was as far left of the red as possible. I mean, this tank was EMP-TY!
I moved over to the right lane, thinking that I might need to stop on the shoulder in a big hurry but I also calculated that if I could get over the incline on the exit ramp, I could coast down the other side of the hill, right into the gas station at the corner.
I decided to take the risk.
And I prayed.
I pray about the big and the little stuff in my life. I have seen my good, good Father take care of me in every way possible and I trust Him. He is always with me – in my foolish and my sane moments.
I rolled into that gas station, just as the gas tank ran dry. Talk about perfect timing.
Thank you, God.
I ended up stuck in the gas station parking lot, blocking the main traffic flow.
A young man had just paid for his gas and was exiting the station. Apparently, he saw me coast in.
“You just ran out of gas, didn’t you?”
“No problem. It’s really cold out here. You stay warm. I’ll get some gas for you so you can pull in.”
Talk about amazing service.
I found $3.18 in loose change to pay this kind young man but he wouldn’t take it.
“Someone just bought me coffee in the store so I’m just paying it forward.”
Sometimes, life unfolds so beautifully.
But I gotta’ keep a better eye on that gauge.
And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them. Luke 6.31
Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13, 1-2