Home, Sweet Home – Making Our House Into a Home

For the last couple of weeks, I haven’t had any problem getting gas.  Most of the stations around here have had plenty of gas except for ones right off of 123 or at a major thoroughfare.  Yesterday, things changed a bit.  I had to meet Jerrad at his brother’s house in Central (about 15 miles away).  My gas light was already on and I was below the line.  I knew I’d pass at least 5 gas stations on the way there so I wasn’t worried, until, one after the other, they had no gas.  I started to panic.  After I got into Central, I drove to 2 more gast stations with no luck.  I was praying the entire time that I wouldn’t run out of gas and that the next station I came too would have plenty.  I went on to Jerrad’s brother’s and he told me of one last place to try.  I doubted there would be gas there, but still I drove on and prayed.  I had to wait in line for 20 minutes but fortunately I was able to get some at the not too cheap price of $3.99 per gallon.  I put in enough to last a few days.  I just keep hoping and praying this gas shortage ends soon…VERY soon.  Next week, I’ll be driving to ATL for a school conference then next Friday, my family is heading to Gatlinburg.  I hope we don’t get stranded!

What’s the lesson for me?  First, don’t let my car get below 1/4 tank in such an uncertain time.  Second, this experience teaches my about my own relationship with Christ.  Often in my Christian life, I run on a major spiritual event.  I often neglect my daily relationship with Christ.  I draw from that spiritual strength until one day, I have nothing left.  I start panicking.  Nothing at church fills me up.  Nothing I think or feel fills me up.  And nothing anyone else says can fill me up.  It’s not until I take an extra step of faith and get one on one with God that I can finally get relief and that my spiritual gas tank can be refilled.