“You’ve got to be kidding!”
“Why today of all days?”
I will admit that in the moment my attitude was not the best. I was in a hurry. My very stretched schedule did not need any more stretching.
Rush here, rush there, rush, rush, rush…
I usually try to avoid days like these by planning ahead.
But you and I know that sometimes LIFE just happens, and there is no getting out of its way.
The day started out good, don’t get me wrong. Since my son’s ski accident, I have found myself spending more time with him, and I love that! I don’t mind being the designated driver, really.
I dropped him off at Tech and made my way to the office. Three hours later, I am back in route to pick him up, and then IT HAPPENED.
I noticed that I didn’t have much gas.
My mind kicked into gear with the blaming game. “I told you to get some yesterday, but you didn’t listen.” I quickly came to my defense and sharply replied that I would have refueled if I hadn’t been so tired.
I knew the fix was an easy one—just stop and get gas.
Why was I making a big deal over this?
My mind was caught in an eddy—the thought process was ugly, and I literally wanted to throw a fit.
I actually thought about NOT stopping for gas. Yes, I know that is crazy thinking. I am just being honest. I was in a bad way…
Of course, I quickly realized that it wouldn’t be long before I would be found walking while clinging to that bright-red, plastic container that would be screaming to the world that I had run out of fuel.
Good grief—it took me less than five minutes to refuel.
I continued driving toward Tech, and my very active mind started talking… this time the topic was MY LIFE, your life, ALL OF OUR LIVES.
I knew God was up to something… I was no longer pouting; I was listening.
I was reminded that no matter how awesome my car is—it cannot refuel itself. It takes my cooperation. My car has so much potential but can be relinquished to a piece of steel and rubber in the junk heap of life if I am not attentive.
I was gently reminded that my mind, my spirit, my attitude, and my outlook could go from operable to inoperable really fast without the right kind of fuel from HIM.
God, thanks for your patience with me. Even when I was caught in the act of throwing an adult-styled tantrum, you were purposeful in your pursuit of me.
Who is this God that He is mindful of man?
I am embarrassed to say that I was forced to stop and refuel my car, but my sincere desire is: When it comes to the things of God, I pray that I am never forced to stop and refuel my life!
MAY IT ALWAYS BE A DELIGHT AND NEVER A DUTY
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Did you really just have one mile left before you ran out of gas? No, but if my mind had not readjusted, I could have gotten there really quick. The only difference between 10 and 1 is a zero.
Have you ever run out of gas? I almost did one time. I couldn’t believe I was right in front of a gas station with one-mile left to travel before I ran out. I was feeling pretty foolish for not stopping when the little gas tank reminder came on a few miles back. I don’t know why I am freely telling all today.
What have you learned lately? Desire is not enough, we must take action.
Have you ever run out of gas? Tell me what happened so I don’t feel so bad…

















