I Believe In Angels

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It's not that I didn't before the other night. But I have now had a first-hand experience with them. My brother was flying out to China for three months, so I was taking him to LAX to catch his 1am flight. I have major anxiety about missing flights, so even though I knew I needed to get gas, I figured I could make it to the airport. The drop-off was successful, Toby made his flight and is now in Beijing. My gas gauge was way below the E at this point, but anyone who know the area around LAX knows that Watts, Compton, and Inglewood are probably not the best places for a girl to get gas by herself at 11:30 at night. So I said a prayer and hoped that I would make it to the end of the freeway where I knew I'd be safe and there were gas stations. Well... the prayer was answered. Literally seconds after I got off the freeway my car sputtered and slowly began to die. The gas station was probably a hundred yards away and I was loping along on borrowed time. The left turn light was yellow and with my hazards on, I crept through the busy intersection. Honestly, I probably shouldn't have made it through, seeing as there was no gas and it was an uphill road. But I barely made it into the gas station when my car gave out completely. When it's out of gas, my car does not restart. But this time it did. And I made it to the pump and home safe and sound by midnight. The moral of the story: if you're taking someone to the airport, make sure there is gas in the car ahead of time. Husbands, if you drove your wife's car last, please tell your wife that she'll need to get gas before she sees the gauge on her own. It'll save you a panicked call at midnight. (Thankfully, I did not have to do that this time :) I know there were angels pushing me through the intersection. It's hard to make smart decisions sometimes when it's late at night and you're battling fear and fatigue. But I'm thankful I serve a God who is bigger than those and who can push a big ol' car along.

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  1. CarolSeptember 6, 2011 at 11:00 AM

    Remember when we went to England and took the ferry back to France and it was late, no gas station in sight...we spluttered along going 50kpm in a 120kpm autobahn...and we prayed we'd get to Belgium...angels were working overtime that night, too :)

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