Gas Gage Hits Zero

I don’t know if I am the only woman that does this or not, but I leave fueling up my vehicle to the last minute.  I really hate getting the smell of gas over me, and the winters at the gas pump is honestly the last place I want to be.  The other day I had an experience that might change my procrastinating ways in this matter.

We were on our way home from a friend’s house one Friday night and my gas light came on.  It was late, so there was no way I was stopping to fuel up then.  I have 30 kilometers that is digitally counting down before my eyes on the dashboard, so I had lots of time to get gas.

The next day came, and I had my normal Saturday morning errands to run.  I popped in my vehicle with my daughter, off for a normal Saturday shopping fest with her.  This is something that we look forward to every week.  I totally forgot that my gas light was on.  One might think that I would see the bright orange light right in front of my eyes, but they don’t know me very well.

We drove about 15 kilometers down to a part of our city and made three stops, then we came back to our part of the city (which is well over 30 kilometers by now) and made two more stops.  As I am pulling out of our last destination, my daughter alarmed me that I had zero kilometers left on my gas gage.  A tad bit of panic did strike my body because I knew that I probably only had about 25 kilometers left when I started this shopping extravaganza, and was thinking what my husband was going to say when I had to call him and explain that I ran out of gas.  He frowns on these things—especially backing into telephone poles but that is an entirely different story.

My poor daughter had been scared from my dawdling in this area before, and we just rolled into the gas station as the gage changed to the zero mark, but she knew now how far we still had to travel to the nearest gas station.  I could see the panic in her eyes.  Just another motherly scar that I am plummeting on my poor child.  She’ll get over it.

I pulled out of the parking lot and bee-lined it to the nearest gas station, but as always, when in a hurry, you get behind the slowest moving vehicle on the road that day, and sure enough that was my luck.  We putted 20 kilometers below the speed limit to our destination, but miraculously made it.  Whew!  No phone call to the husband, who will never have to know about this crazy experience.

What is the point to this story?  I had zero kilometers left on my gas gage, for quite some time and for those people who are “realistic”, like my husband for instance, we should have been on the side of the road stranded somewhere.  For me who is a “spiritual” person that believes in miracles and the power of prayer this was just another one of those areas where the supernatural was happening.

A spiritual person is a person who hopes for the best, who expects miracles to happen, who is certain that they will go to Heaven when their life on earth is over, who anxiously awaits that we will someday meet God and know that he is in me helping us with my every breath we take, with every thought that comes into our brains, and will fulfill every one of our prayers if it is his will.  They see everything as incredible and don’t need to think of a logical explanation of why things turned out the way they do.  They realize that some things are out of their power.

Realist can find logical reasons, mostly being nature oriented.  They use weather as a reason, or scientific discoveries.  Their list of rationalizations is huge.  Trust me, I live with one.  He sees miraculous things happen that I have meditated about, but always comes up with a logical explanation.  He can look at it his way, but I prefer to give credit where credit is due.

“He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”” Matthew 7:20.  Realistic people are great, I’m married to one.  I honestly think they are realistic because they are the type of people that don’t enjoy being wrong about things, and maybe they think that being wrong about God is going to change who they are as a person.  I’m not sure what makes them tick.  I’m just going from my observations on those that are in my life that are what I define as realistic.

Hitting zero on my gas tank was not the smartest move, but honestly I wasn’t fluttered by it.  I knew I would make it to a gas station, because I witness lots of great miracles.  My mind is open to witness these miracles.  My heart is receptive to believe in the unnatural happenings on this earth.  I wasn’t always like this.  I myself was more of a realist too, until I hit zero on my gas tank of one part of my life, but through the word of God, the shift in my beliefs and all that was brought into my life since this time I am now a totally different person.  I now realize the power of prayer and reading and meditating on his word.  To me it was more powerful and effective than any psychologist, or medication that could have been delivered by any scientific minded person.

Try to find just a mustard seed and plant it in your heart and let it fill your gas tank of life.  It’s incredible how far it will take you!

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