This weekend I went to visit some good friends who live about an hour away. We spent the day, grilling out, talking and playing games. I did not realize until my son started to get whiny that it was 11:30 pm, and I still had to drive an hour to get home. So I started my van up, and let it run and get warm (it was 15 degrees outside) and loaded the kids up. As I drove down the hill my gas light went on. So I drove to the nearest gas station, which (of course!) was closed. I did not know this town well enough to venture off the path to find another gas station, so I decided to keep going and pull off at the next one I came across.
There were NONE, (this area I was driving through is newer, and not quite developed) so I kept going, as I drove I went through the BIG scary city, and was afraid to get off in this area, so I kept going and figured I had enough to make it through the bad part.
***ok side note. This van I’m driving is new, I had just traded my durango in for it, and had not yet reached empty. My durango could make it 2 days on empty so I thought I had plenty to get me to a better area)
So i’m sure you guessed it by now, as I’m getting to the exit I want to take to get gas, the car shuts down. So I PRAY and I put it in neutral and coast as far as I can. I made it about a 1/2 a mile UPHILL which was weird. And I ended up at the stop light which thank heavens had a very large shoulder. I could see the gas station across the bridge about a half a mile away. By now it was 12am, and I was so scared to have to walk this with my kids in the freezing cold dark dangerous road.
I started to panic, and so I prayed and I asked for help because I was so scared and I did not know what to do.
*** oh another side note, I have no cell phone!
So I start to get out of the car, and a guy in a large truck is stopped at the light and asks me if i’m ok. I look at him, and I just trust that God will keep me and the kids safe, so I yell back that I have run out of gas.
So he backs up and pulls behind me. He gets out of the truck and I was SO relieved! He was an under cover cop. He had a bullet proof vest on that read “POLICE” across his chest. I about fell over.
He told me to get back in the car and he would go get me a gas can and some gas.
I title this post “Small Miracles?” with a question mark, because I believe all miracles are equally HUGE. There is no such thing as a small one!
I realize that I was totally at fault for this, that I should not have let my tank get so low. Even so, my Heavenly Father was looking out for us, keeping us safe.
I cannot even begin to express my gratitude and love to my Father in Heaven. He amazes me constantly, even when, no, ESPECIALLY when, I do not deserve it!