Yesterday I suffered one of those "wish I could forget" moments and it was all the fault of the gas tank. It said Empty, dinged loudly and flashed a yellow light. I quickly got the message that it wasn't going to provide the energy I needed to meet the day's obligations. Adding to my frustration was the fact that Hubby was busy on another worthwhile project. You see, for all my skills and abilities (I'm exaggerating) I've never learned how to gas up the car.
Here's how it went: I pulled into our usual station, parked in front of a pump, shut off the engine and got out. I've seen husband do that lots so I was fine until then. After confirming with the clerk that there was no longer Full Service at the establishment I told her I'd go elsewhere. "No," she protested, "I'll help you as long as it doesn't get too busy". I handed over my credit card and stated an amount close to our usual fill-up fee. She inserted the hose and, naturally, the cars started coming. About two thirds through the fill-up she pulled hose out and informed me that she had to go. I swallowed and followed her to the cash register where she adjusted the amount on my credit card. I slunk out, got back in the car and then wondered if she'd closed the gas cap. It still wiggled a bit, so I nabbed another customer who assured me that all was well. It was horrible, embarrassing to the extreme, but it won't happen again!
Another lesson: Not only is it important to keep my spiritual "tank" full, no one else can do it for me.
"...know the love of Christ which passes knowledge that you may be filled with all the fullness of God." Ephesians 3:19
