---MYSTERIOUS WAYS --/ MORE THAN COINCIDENCE~~
--IT WAS ONE of those weeks when every little thing that could go wrong did. The oven light went out. The bathroom faucet started leaking. I couldn't remember how to set the DVR. All painful reminders that my late husband wasn't around to look out for me anymore. George and I had been married for 56 years. Though he'd been gone for two, I still couldn't get used to being on my own. I even showed up to meet a friend for breakfast on the wrong day.
Finally, Saturday. It was my turn to make lunch for our prayer group, something George and I used to do together. I put all the food into Tupperware, then into a box for the 45-mile drive to where the group was meeting.
Just as I set the box on the passenger seat, I remembered the car was low on gas. I ran in the house to get my credit card. But it wasn't where I always put it for safekeeping. Or anywhere else I searched. I wasn't sure how much cash I had. A check would have to do. Except my checkbook wasn't in its usual drawer. At last, I spotted it--on top of the filing cabinet. I grabbed it and ran outside.
It was raining. I tossed the checkbook in the box with the food and took off. No time to stop for gas. Fortunately there was enough in the tank to get to my prayer group. After lunch, I stacked the empty Tupperware in the box and dashed through the rain to my car.
Three nervous miles passed with the gas gauge hovering on
'E'. At last, a gas station! I pulled in and made sure to fill the tank all the way, until I heard the pump click off. Thunk.
I reached in the box of Tupperware for my checkbook. It wasn't there. I looked on the seat, the floor. Nothing. How was I going to pay?
Anxiously, I rummaged through my purse and unearthed a wad of crumpled bills. Please, let this be enough!
"That'll be thirty-six dollars," the clerk said.
I smoothed each bill and laid them on the counter. "Here's ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty. Thirty-one, two, three, four, five...six!" I put down my last dollar.
I got in the car and started the engine. That's when I noticed the gas gauge--only three quarters full. The pump had stopped at 36 dollars' worth of gas. Or had Someone stopped it? 
Someone who was looking out for me even better than George could. ~~--GUIDEPOSTS/BDB~~
