The other day after MOPS, I was going to meet some friends for lunch and I hopped on the interstate without thinking. I had known that morning I was seriously low on gas, but I was rushing and on the phone (I know, safety hazard) and honestly forgot all about it. While getting off the ramp on to the interstate I looked down to see the arrow on the dreaded E. I must say, I had a small anxiety attack right then and there.
I started picturing myself stranded on 70 and wondered what would happen in the freezing temperatures to my children and I. My cell phone was beeping, as per it’s usual dead self, my husband had just taken Vicodin for his back issues and my bestie was sick so I knew I wouldn’t bother her. I started praying and watching the tank and before I knew it we had gotten to the next exit 10 minutes away. Whew!
Well, I forgot about this incident until several days later when I was approaching E again. My husband was in the car this time so I started relaying the story to him. Lilla, my four year old, was in the backseat listening and started asking questions, the conversation went something like this:
Lilla: What happened?
Me: Mommy was driving the other day and we almost ran out of gas.
Lilla: But we didn’t?
Me: No, we didn’t.
Lilla: Why not?
Me: Mommy prayed and God had His hand upon us.
Lilla: God had His hand upon us?
Me: Yes, He had His hand upon us.
Lilla: Does He still have His hand on us?
Me: Yes, He still has His hand upon us, even now.
Lilla: Well…I can’t feel it.
Me: No, we can’t feel it, but we know He is there.
Lilla: How do we know He is there?
Me: Because in His word He promises us that He will never leave or forsake us.
Lilla: He promised to NEVER leave or forsake us?
Lilla: Wow, that’s a long time.