Thirty miles from home, my low fuel warning light flashed on.
How could I have forgotten to fill up before I left my daughter’s house two hours ago?
I panicked and called my husband, Dan, “Where is the nearest gas station to our exit from the interstate?”
“What? Where are you?” I could hear concern in Dan’s voice.
“I’m exiting I-30 right now.”
“How much gas do you have left?” Another question I couldn’t answer.
“I don’t know. The warning light came on a minute ago?”
“Take Narrows Road. I think the gas station at the East Gate might be the closest one. Call me if you don’t make it, okay?”
“I’m SO sorry to worry you!” Even in the gray zone, I still can send my husband into emergency mode responding to my impulsivity and carelessness.
“Be sure to turn your air-conditioner off to save fuel. And be careful!”
“Just pray I make it.” Even as I spoke my request, I knew my words did not comfort my husband.
Lord, help me! I’ve been in trouble on this road before. But you guided me through that snow storm two years ago. So, Lord, I’m asking for your mercy and grace once more.
As I reached down to turn the air off, I remembered the fuel indicator on the dashboard. So I took a breath and pushed the button. Fourteen miles of gas left. Oh, Lord! How far am I from that gas station?
My digital GPS revealed that home was twenty miles away.
As I prayed again, a few scripture promises came to mind.
Lord, I’m so grateful that you promise to always be with me (Phil. 4:5) and provide all my needs (Phil. 4:19). Thank you for your promise to cover my weaknesses with your strength (1 Cor. 12:10).
I turned up the volume of the radio so I could focus my thoughts on some positive, encouraging Christian music.
After I made it through all the twists and turns of Narrows Road, I held my breath and turned left on the Hot Springs Highway. Almost there!
I looked at my gas gauge. Nine miles worth of gas left. Yikes!
I whispered another prayer and drove on.
When I saw the gas station’s bright, yellow sign, fear left me. And a few minutes later, I sent Dan a text, acknowledging my victory, “Thank You, Jesus!”
He responded, ”Made it, huh?”
“With four miles worth of gas to spare!”
“Joy comes in strange ways!”
Then, I asked Dan, “How many gallons in this tank?”
“It holds 20 gallons, I think.”
“Really? I bought 20.52 gallons!”
“Grace gas!”
“Yep! Not the first time that I’ve found grace on that “Narrow(s) Road.”
… the door is narrow and the road is hard that leads to life that lasts forever. Few people are finding it. (Matt.7:14)
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