Tuesday, July 14, 2009

God speaks through Jackson Browne?

For those out there who believe God doesn't have a sense of humor, spend some time with me and He'll have you rollin' on the floor in a matter of moments.

Here's just one example: The gauge clearly pointed downward this morning as I climbed into my vehicle. Actually, it rested just above "E." I usually don't try to squeeze more than 310 miles from my tank. My odometer read 301. Fifteen miles of wide-open space separated me from the office. I'll let you do the math to calculate my stupidity.

Yes. Like a redneck pumped up on liquid courage, I fooled myself into believing I could make it. (No, I wasn't drinking.) I pulled onto the highway, thinking: All is well. The warning light hasn't even flipped on yet.

Three miles later, a worm of doubt began wiggling its way through my head. What if the light is malfunctioning? What if it blinked on and off 10 miles ago and I didn't see it?

Then the low-gas light flipped on. Instead of blinking on and off like it had in the past, it taunted me by blazing solid red for several miles.

At this point, I started praying: "Lord, I know I'm a fool, wanting to push my luck as far as I can. I probably deserve to run out of gas. But if I need to stop and fill up at the one station between me and town, please send me a sign. Thanks in advance, Kat."

Now, some might call it coincidence. Some might call it luck. Some might even call it synchronicity. I call it divine communication because less than a minute later the local radio station began playing Jackson Browne's "Runnin' on Empty."

You can't ask for a better sign than that, unless of course it's planted in the ground and posted at the side of the road.


Eva Gallant said...

good one!! Sounds like a sign from above to me!

and thanks for dropping by my blog.

gzusfreek said...

Awesome!!! Kat, no coincidences! Divine all the way :)

~PakKaramu~ said...

Pak Karamu reading your blog

lynnrush said...

OMG. This is great. Kat, your stories crack me up. And that picture...LOL!!!!!!!!

Eat here and get gas. That is hysterical!

Annie Louden said...

That is amazing!
If not divine communication, then it's a great story.

Lille Diane said...

I think I ate there once.... This was funny, Kat. I'm glad you squeaked out every last drop without running on air. I am guilty of pushing it, too.

Let's see the next song up would have been the theme song to the Flintstones... And then floor board would have dropped out so your itty-bitty feet could beat feet to the nearest exit.

Willie would have been singing, "On the road again... I just cant wait to get on the road again..."