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Of course it did, Lord. It had to be the BP station… because it was a Blessing that was Providential... Beautiful + Powerful!  🙂

We had stopped there to fill up our gas can. Our car tank was full, but our lawnmower was thirsty. My Honey asked me to go inside with our only cash — $2.00 — and ask for that amount of fuel.

I said, “Which pump?” (They were all in use). He said, “Watch where I go.” He went to Pump #4, where a small car sat, empty. (No sign of a driver or passenger). So I went inside.

I was Customer #4 in line. Customer #1 was a woman. She paid — for what? I couldn’t tell — and then went outside. I couldn’t see Pump #4 from where I stood. Our truck was blocking my view. But I wondered… Was that empty car at Pump #4 hers?

I stepped out of the line to see… and sure enough, there she stood. Right next to my Honey… who had just finished filling our gas can. Oops… on her tab?

Soon, they were both back inside. I had just made it to the front of the line and paid $2.00 for gas at Pump #4. But now we knew… We had actually used $5.00 of her money. We gave her our $2.00… but had no more.

Suddenly, she said: “That’s OK. $3.00 isn’t much. Consider it a blessing. But… would you please just pray for my family?”

You taught me long ago, Lord: There is never any time like the present for prayer. So I prayed for her and with her… right near the cash register, with customers coming and going nonstop. With our arms around each other, even as You put Your arms around both of us.

You gave me words to pray that apparently hit their mark… in her heart, where she needed to feel Your Touch. Words I could not have known to pray, except for the leading of Your Spirit.

A long, unhurried prayer… enveloped in a cocoon of peace. Pretty amazing… in the middle of that busy gas station. Where customers were coming to fuel up. Where we had also come to fuel up… with The Fuel that is above every fuel.

“Listen to my words, Lord, consider my lament. Hear my cry for help, my King and my God, for to You I pray… Let all who take refuge in You be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread Your protection over them, that those who love Your name may rejoice in You.” (Psalm 5:1-2,11)

My Forever Sister — a stranger to me just moments before — soon left. But not before wiping away the tears from her eyes and declaring, “This was no accident!”  It never is… is it, Lord? 🙂

She gave me her name, phone number and email. Her home is almost 100 miles away. We never would have met… but for You, Lord…

… and Your Beautiful and Powerful Blessing that was Providential… at the BP station.

🙂  🙂  🙂

Abba’s Girl

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