Letters from Roscoe – Lord, I think I’m going to need a push…

Lord, I think I’m going to need a push…

God answers our prayers.

He answers the big ones, and the small ones.  Nothing is too small to ask for God’s help with.  As I understand it, God wants us to be in prayer with him always.  Had a good day?  Stop and tell God about it.  Praise Him for it, because HE is the one that gave it to you.  Got a complaint?  He’s listening.  God wants us to talk to him constantly.

Pray incessantly.

Today, I asked for a small one.  And I know HE answered it.  Let me tell you about it.

This week, we had gone to the Lake and I had driven my motorcycle up and Cindy followed me in the car.  I had kind of thought at some point I would drive it up the Roan but it just didn’t happen.  (Maybe next time…)  Anyway, we were on our way back home, and I told Cindy that I was going to stop and see my Aunt at a nursing home nearby and that I would follow her afterwards.  So she went on ahead, and I rode down to the nursing home.  Unfortunately, the trip was for naught, as my Aunt being a more devout Christian than I had gone to Church, so I went ahead and started on my trip back to Lenoir City.

As I got on the interstate in Johnson City, I looked at my gas gauge and it showed me that I had just under a half tank.  It doesn’t have a needle, it’s a digital graph readout with five bars that are all black when the tank is full.  With a less than five gallon tank, each one of those bars can mean just a little of a gallon or a whole gallon.  So off I went.  I thought I would have more than enough gas to get me onto Interstate 81 and then to the Baileyton exit (# 36).

I had just gotten onto 81 at exit #57 when the two bars I had on my fuel gauge changed to just one bar.  I noted it but kept going.

I had gone probably about five more miles when the low Fuel light came on.  I swallowed kind of hard, but kept on going.  I was at about mile marker #46 when the last remaining bar began to flash…

It now had my full and undivided attention.  I needed to find some gas.  Now.  Waiting till I got to Baileyton was not going to happen.  So I started looking for other options.  The sign for exit # 44 came up.

It showed a Marathon gas station at that exit.   Ahhhh!  What a relief.  So without hesitating, I pulled off at the exit and followed the signs to the gas station and pulled up to the pump.  Shutting my engine off, I heard a guy in his car at another pump say, “They’re Closed.”  Now I swallowed real hard.

Another guy on the other side of the pump was also in a predicament.  He had about an eighth of a tank and needed to find some gas soon!  The first guy was running on fumes he said.

The three of us talked about our options.  I knew the Baileyton exit was at #36 so at worst case, I had eight, possibly nine miles to go.  Probably not going to make it…

I told the other guys I was going to try it.  Worst case I would be pushing the bike or calling the number on the AAA card in my wallet.  I didn’t want to do either.

So I cranked the bike, knocked the kickstand up – took another look at my ‘Low Fuel Light’ and that one flashing bar and took off.  As I left, I said a prayer.

I told the Lord, “I’m going to need a push Lord, and if you could do that for me, I sure would appreciate it.  If you could see too it to move the Baileyton exit a little bit closer I would appreciate that too!”

I anxiously counted off the miles as I got closer and closer to the exit and it’s gas stations.  The motorcycle continued to run smoothly and that one lonely bar on the fuel gauge continued to flash at me like a heartbeat.  I passed mile marker #37 and I could see the signs of the Baileyton exit off in the distance.

Still the engine continued to run smoothly.  I continued to pray to God.

As I pulled off the interstate at Exit 36 and came to a stop in front of the gas pump, the bike was still running smoothly.  I hit the kill switch and thanked God for getting me there.

Now many people could say, that I had just eaten into the ‘reserve’ part of my gas tank and that there was no divine intervention.

But I won’t.

I choose to believe in my God and my Lord Jesus Christ who listen to all prayers.  Big and small.

He listens to mine.  He will listen to yours.

Thank you Lord God for everything that you do in my life.