Reason #74
Tonight I had got to have yogurt with a dear friend. I am pretty sure that yogurt is just about as therapeutic as chai. I like to refer to my coffee house therapy and "chai and chatting" so I guess I could refer to this as "yogurt and yapping." Anyhow, I had to stop and fill up my car with gas on the way home. Now, I am a bargain hunter, so I always make sure to try to find the cheapest spot to fill up with gas. I realize that saving one cent a gallon doesn't even add up to a whole quarter, but I like to feel like I've made a good financial decision, so I drove over to the convenient store that always has the lowest price.
I pulled up to the pump and got out to get the gas. I do not like the smell of gas, so I usually sit in my car while the gas is pumping so that I can avoid the smell. Well, the weather was absolutely beautiful today, which made for a very pleasant evening, so I decided I would stand outside and wait for the gas tank to be filled. As I stood there, I began to feel this strange feeling wash over me. The warm air embraced me and the night seemed so peaceful. I felt as if my ears were taking in every sound. The smell of fried burritos and corn dogs from the convenient store filled the air and mixed in with the smell of gasoline, which was strangely comforting to me. And I realized how at peace I felt. How calm I felt. I just wanted to take in this moment. A seemingly insignificant moment. A moment I wouldn't normally think twice about.
No one else around me noticed. They drove up, got their gas, headed into the store, and continued their conversations. And many dollars later, my tank was full. I got back into my car and as I drove off tears filled my eyes.
I remembered sitting at that exact gas pump in December. I had just gotten off of work and it was almost dark. A cold, bitter evening. And I was on the phone, crying. It was day that I had found out more bad news. A day when I wondered how I was going to do it. The inevitable was happening. One of the final days, right before I finally gave it over to Him. I didn't know what the future held. I didn't know how He was going to take care of this, take care of me. I didn't know what was in store. But He sat in the car with me as I cried while I waited for the gas to finish pumping. Heard my voice, caught my tears.
And He stood right there beside me tonight as the gas pumped. Four months ago, I didn't know how I was going to move on, make ends meet, put my life back together. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but He did it for me. Four months ago, I didn't think I would be pumping gas and crying tears of joy and thanksgiving for all He's done, but He knew I would. So, He brought me to that gas pump tonight to remind me of His faithfulness, His presence, His provision, His blessings, and His love. To remind me that He's still with me. Always has been, always will be.
And I suppose my gas tank wasn't the only thing that was filled tonight...
#74 - Reminders.
"Everything he does reveals his glory and majesty. His righteousness never fails. He causes us to remember his wonderful works. How gracious and merciful is our Lord!" - Psalm 111:3-4
I pulled up to the pump and got out to get the gas. I do not like the smell of gas, so I usually sit in my car while the gas is pumping so that I can avoid the smell. Well, the weather was absolutely beautiful today, which made for a very pleasant evening, so I decided I would stand outside and wait for the gas tank to be filled. As I stood there, I began to feel this strange feeling wash over me. The warm air embraced me and the night seemed so peaceful. I felt as if my ears were taking in every sound. The smell of fried burritos and corn dogs from the convenient store filled the air and mixed in with the smell of gasoline, which was strangely comforting to me. And I realized how at peace I felt. How calm I felt. I just wanted to take in this moment. A seemingly insignificant moment. A moment I wouldn't normally think twice about.
No one else around me noticed. They drove up, got their gas, headed into the store, and continued their conversations. And many dollars later, my tank was full. I got back into my car and as I drove off tears filled my eyes.
I remembered sitting at that exact gas pump in December. I had just gotten off of work and it was almost dark. A cold, bitter evening. And I was on the phone, crying. It was day that I had found out more bad news. A day when I wondered how I was going to do it. The inevitable was happening. One of the final days, right before I finally gave it over to Him. I didn't know what the future held. I didn't know how He was going to take care of this, take care of me. I didn't know what was in store. But He sat in the car with me as I cried while I waited for the gas to finish pumping. Heard my voice, caught my tears.
And He stood right there beside me tonight as the gas pumped. Four months ago, I didn't know how I was going to move on, make ends meet, put my life back together. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but He did it for me. Four months ago, I didn't think I would be pumping gas and crying tears of joy and thanksgiving for all He's done, but He knew I would. So, He brought me to that gas pump tonight to remind me of His faithfulness, His presence, His provision, His blessings, and His love. To remind me that He's still with me. Always has been, always will be.
And I suppose my gas tank wasn't the only thing that was filled tonight...
#74 - Reminders.
"Everything he does reveals his glory and majesty. His righteousness never fails. He causes us to remember his wonderful works. How gracious and merciful is our Lord!" - Psalm 111:3-4
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