Dreamweaverrs Ponderings

Wednesday night was church night. I was rushing trying to get to there on time. I look forward to it. It is a place to rewind, to find positive messages and guidance and for me there is hope there. At the last second I remembered I didn’t have enough gas to get to church and to get to the gas station. I had to go to the gas station first. I took my 5 bucks and raced out to the car. I hate being late to anything. If I timed it right I would get to church just on time, or only a minute or two late.

I drove the couple miles to the gas station, discount fill it yourself, cash prepay only of course. It saves a few pennies. This gas station is consistently a few cents cheaper than the two competitors on the other side of the street. So I took my measly five bucks in to pay. I bought 4 bucks worth and I admit, it decided to buy a lottery ticket. I don’t know why I felt the urge to get one at that moment. One can hope you know. Someone has to win.

I was aware that I had only a few minutes left to get to church on time (Suddenly that made me think of the old musical “My Fair Lady” and Stanley Holloway belting out “Get Me to the Church on Time”. ) Jumping in my car I stuck the lottery ticket in my coin purse, put my seat belt on, started the car and I was off.” Oh YES, only a few people in line to pay and no waiting line for a pump. I can do this!”

 O.K. now I was a few minutes late already, but I wasn’t going to miss it. Off I zipped, turned onto the road, got to the stop light and then it hit me. “Ummmm you didn’t put the gas in.”

I am an organized person. I tend to plan way ahead. I think ahead too. I was so anxious to get going I skipped a rather important step. This is not like me. I think about everything whether I am in a hurry or not. I got in the turn lane, went out on the main drag and made a left to go back and get my gas, hopefully before the car sputtered and stalled with no gas.

“Come on light turn. What the heck. Why would I forget to put gas in the car? That isn’t like me. Where is your head woman?” I just don’t do things like that. I’m one of those compulsive list makers who likes things organized, at least in my head.

Finally the light turns and I make my left, and get in the left again waiting for cars to pass so I can cross oncoming traffic to get back in the gas station. The whole time the gas station is in view. “Oh please don’t let anyone take that pump before I get back to it. I don’t have any more money.”

It also crosses my mind that if anyone is watching me I must look like a complete idiot.

Zip back in the space again. Just in case anyone DID see this rather moronic move, I get out of the car shaking my head and laughing at myself. I put my 4 dollars of gas in.

Now I am late. Repeat the same process of getting buckled in and so forth. Let’s try this again. Down the street I go. Of course I hit the red light again. By this time it is about 15 minutes past service starting time. Everyone is already there singing their hearts out and I’m on the way.

Down the street I drive in the dark. It is kind of a country type road, only two skinny lanes, one in each direction. I am still thinking what a bonehead move I made driving off without the gas and where was my head. I tend to be hard on myself.

A couple miles on I see flashing lights in my rearview mirror. My heart leaps. My stomach sinks. I wasn’t speeding. I signaled where I was supposed to. I came to a full stop at the one stop sign I had passed already. My lights were on. I had my seat belt on.

“What did I do wrong,” I am asking out loud to myself.

 I pull over feeling a little sick, with my guts doing summersaults. I can’t afford a ticket. Well, he races on past me. Apparently the lights were for something else and he wanted me out of the way on this little country road. “Oh thank you GOD.” I say out loud, letting myself breathe again, feeling my stomach return to its proper place.

I start the car again and head the way the police car just went. That is the way to church. As I turn the corner I see in the distance a couple sets of flashing lights. There is my friend the police man and a big wreck with totally smashed cars. I pulled into the line of cars going by the accident and as I pass I say a prayer that they are all o.k. The cars are totaled, mangled. There is glass everywhere. If I hadn’t messed up with the gas I would have been at that corner right when it happened.

They route us around the accident and on I go towards church. I was 25 minutes late when I walked in the door, but it suddenly hit me. I was SUPPOSED to be late. The song Amy Grant did, “Angels Watching over Me” came to mind at that instant. I always loved that song.

“God only knows the times my life was threatened just today.
A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way.
Near misses all around me, accidents unknown,
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home.
But I know they’re all around me all day and through the night.
When the enemy is closing in, I know sometimes they fight
To keep my fight from falling, I’ll never turn away.
If you’re asking what’s protecting me then you’re gonna hear me say:Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angles watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me….”

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