There...an old blinding flash of the obvious that I read in my "God Calling" this morning. What a comfort...the message is the same: God knows our needs. Or, never fear, God is here.
God knew in 2018 that I was going to need to be reminded of the fact that he, disguised as Aslan, is my protector in the mind-boggles, or lion's den, of life.
Another lion's den for me is my less-than-beloved new car...or its fancy-schmancy gas tank, even more specifically, the door to the gas tank, that thing I have to open to insert the hose. With my beloved Civic, which only became beloved once I got this car, I just had to press the door, it opened, I inserted the hose, got gas, paid and left. This one has a well-hidden lever inside the car that I had to find then figure out how to push? pull? slide? Then discover that only unlocks the door, I need to press the door and then it opens. There is more...the door opens, and there is yet another lock that I had to get an attendant to open for me because I could not break the code. All this before I could even get the gas flowing into the tank!
I've only needed to get gas once so far, but the second time is looming, and it has been looking more and more like a lion's den. It is a known fact, according to me, that we seniors, aka old folk, must rely a lot more on our own brain power...the old use it or lose it applies. Which I have been kinda, sorta praying to do.
Finally the good news: I realized God's will was using the door to my car's gas tank to answer my need to trust my own thinking more.
My reasoning mind, never idle, was all for waiting for my friend to come Monday so he could go with me to get gas.
God, never idle, whispered that I must...and I can...use my brain to think my way through this self-built boondoggle, and he would go before me to make the crooked places straight.
Which cleared the way for common sense to assure me, when done often enough all on my own, this will become just another same-old-same-old.
There it is...the adventures of an old woman, or why those who've gone before say that getting old is a bitch. This is my proof that indeed it is when we get stuck in our reasoning mind...but it is fodder for love and laughter when we will recall that God has our back. Even at the filling station.
Thank you.
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