Gas Station Angel

Pumping-Gas-10My fuel light came on again. Seemed like we were burning through a lot more gas with an extra fussy baby this past summer. 

Amayah wasn’t happy to be going for a drive, but I knew we needed out of the house and she needed to sleep. We just had to make it until daddy was home.

I pulled up to pump, dreading the screaming that was going to start the moment we stopped.

As I was getting out of the car, she sounded like she was setting a record for the loudest wail. Caleb started screaming too. He was mad at me.

“Why did we stop?”, he demanded.

It was an extremely hot day in July so the kids were quickly cooking in the vehicle as I tried to get the gas I needed as fast as possible.

Between the heat, the screaming and my panic, I couldn’t seem to get the right card with the right pin number. I had to cancel and retry my transaction what felt like a million times.

The voice that came over the loud-speaker giving me instructions was the last straw for my sanity. 

Tears just started to flow. I couldn’t even see the numbers on the pin pad.

All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s ok honey, you just get in with your kids and I’ll pump it. Do you need it filled?”

I was sobbing so hard by this point I could hardly respond to this kind older woman. 

I jumped in the with the kids and tried to calm them both down while she stood and filled my vehicle up.

Then she peeked in the car and told me she had three kids of her own and it’s so hard when they’re new babies. 

“Sometimes you just need an extra hand.” She told me. I ran and paid for my gas, while this stranger sat with my babies.

She gave me a hug, and I drove away.

When your fragile, it’s the little things that make all the difference in your life. This mystery woman, or my gas station angel as I fondly call her, was simply aware of the needs of a young woman at the pump next to her.

This woman lived out Philippians 2:4.

Don’t look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others, too.

Awareness of others is a simple gift we can give to those around us. A crying baby to one person might not seem to be a big deal, but to the mother, it may be pushing her over the edge.

This lady’s example as stuck with me as a reminder to help others with the little things.

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