Christian Living

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> > Thank you, Ruth!! Actually...a cool thing happened yesterday!!! I
didn't
> get my work check when I was supposed to, and I thought I could make
it
> home. And...well I did make it three blocks away. And then...my car
> stalled because I was out of gas. Of course...I complained and said
"come
> on, God, you got me this far...couldn't you get me three more blocks.
> Then...I Got out...frustrated. Oh, great...I gotta walk to the gas
station.
> I arrived to the first one about three minutes later. On the way I'm
trying
> to think positive you know...thank God I didn't stall on the
highway...thank
> God I was near some Gas stations, etc, etc. But...well honestly I
still
> resented God that I had to walk three measely blocks to the gas
station.
> Then of course...imagined, misplaced, unreasonably unjustified horror
struck
> me. Oh no! What if I have to ask someone for help.
> >
> > The funny part of all of this is that it just happened after my
> "survivors" face to face meeting where one of the closing comments
was
"why
> is it so hard for all of us to ask for help??? Well...my real beef
with
God
> that night is I didn't want to let go of my pride and admit my
shortcomings,
> as well as I wanted to continue to beat myself up for all my
> mistakes...so...I went back and forth between trying to just simply
be
> grateful and complaining that God wouldn't either let me do it myself
and/or
> my way.
> >
> > I certainly wanted the control, and just wasnt' getting it. After I
> arrived at the first gas station I asked for a gas can. He said they
didn't
> have one. "What? A gas station with no gas can??" I grumbled sorta
loud,
> hopefully (at the time I hoped) loud enough for the cashier to hear.
As IF
> all of this was his fault!!! Of course. Anyway...
> > I went to the second gas station. The lady there was really nice.
At
> least she said I could use the one they had, but I had to go back by
the
> garbage dumpster to get it. Anyway...I wanted to make sure my credit
card
> would work before I filled the gas can, and it didn't...so...oh
great...
now
> what do I do, I thought.
> > Well...I don't know what happened...either God had enough of my
> complaining or he thought for a minute he could trust me to submit to
> him...but shortly after I almost decided to walk home (I made it
about a
> block when I discovered I left my purse and keys in the car), a nice
> policeman came by and gave me a ride back to the second gas station
where
I
> was going to get the gas from. I had 67 cents on me and had to humble
> myself.
> > "Excuse me," I asked the policeman, "do you have 50 cents?"
> > "Here... here's a dollar"
> > "I have a dollar at my apartment if you want it back."
> > "No don't worry about it."
> > As I was getting back in the car to go back to my car he said,
"just
> remember me when you are a millionare." And I asked him his name. If
I
> remember right he said officer neg. Maybe down the road I'll be able
to
> help others again like he helped me. God is my father. He is always
looking
> out for me like that officer did. --Julie
> >

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