God's Got Gas!!!

I know! I know! The title of this blog is totally tacky as it implies that our Lord has flatulence. But now that I have your attention, let me explain. =)

Today I was running late for an appointment at my son's audiologist. My plans were to swing by the gas station before picking up my son because my needle had indicated for DAYS that I was running on empty. But before I swung into the gas station near my house I made last minute decision. "Pick up Madio, then go get gas."

So I picked up Madio; but then I remembered that there were a list of pianos in the classifieds for sale and we desperately need a new piano. I'm not kidding! I'm not using the word "need" lightly We're the music directors at a large church. We have a studio in our house. We write music. A piano is a basic need for our family. My kids both are avid piano students. I have added to the need by making it part of my new year's resolution to play the piano myself. So, while alone at home, feeling the liberty of being alone & just really going for it artistically, I felt my cheerios just enough to grab the top, highest note & sliiide my hands in a dramatic, loud, ANOINTED manner, dropping them into the position of my newly learned chord. I BROKE MY PIANO! Its 150 years old. (Again, no exaggeration.) Three of its keys were already sunken, & now the most used A-flat key is flush with the rest of the piano! I broke the black part right off! So I need a piano.

As I was finishing up my fourth phone call my foot felt the all-too-familiar "nothing". You know that feeling when you press the pedal & there should be a rev, an acceleration but instead you go slower? That's what we did; we went slower. I had forgotten to stop by the gas station! I turned on my hazard lights & coasted as far as I could. I really did not want to push my car. Its so embarrassing to push a car! Thankfully I coasted into a church parking lot & kept coasting until I had made a complete U-turn facing the highway again. My son was saying, "Aw, man! Man!" (I'm not sure what man he was calling on.) I knew I should have gotten gas. I knew it was my fault and that I had no reason to bring God into the mix. But... I happen to know that he likes me. I don't know WHY he likes me! I fail him. I whine to him. But he still likes me! ...and I know it.

So, I closed my eyes and said aloud, "God, please forgive me for not taking care of getting gasoline. I know I should have. But I need to get Madio to this appointment and I'm asking you to get me to a gas station. In Jesus' name. Amen."

I turned the key and sure enough; VROOM! My car started up like it had a full tank of gas! I pulled out on the highway, no coasting! I drove about a quarter of a mile and there was the gas station ahead on the right. I did not coast. I drove right up to the pump. Like the spoiled Princess of the King of kings I am, I put in my measly fifteen bucks and got my son to the audiologists.

One of these days I'll tell you my grandfather's gas story. (No beano needed.) But today, that's mine!