Times can be hard. Nevertheless I always strive to do my best. Don’t you?
And I am happy with my efforts (most of the time).
I can’t remember ever running out of petrol and having to push the car to the petrol station or to go and buy some emergency supplies, but there was a time when I thought it was a close call.
That day I ran the car on faith and prayers.
I walk a lot and use the car rarely. I knew it didn’t have much petrol in it, but on this particular morning I had to use it. I drove in that economical fashion that is becoming popular with so many motorists these days. No fast acceleration or braking, driving like a learner driver – almost: just a lot smoother through the gears this time.
Anyway, I was on my way to the train station with someone – I was the only one who knew how little fuel was in the car. That information was on a need-to-know only basis. I was getting petrol the next day; the plan was already in my head. This one short journey wouldn’t make that much difference, would it? I hoped not. I pulled off slowly and we carefully made our way to the station.
It was all good. When I started the car the trip meter still registered I had 5 miles left in it. “More than enough,” I thought to myself, thinking about the week ahead.
That’s when faith had to kick in.
The person I was seeing off had forgotten something essential at home. “I’ll go and get it,” I smiled and said it without hesitation. We knew that the train was scheduled to leave in 10 minutes. The question in my mind was would I make it? I knew I’d do my best to do it. Of course, love does that in you – for you and for them.
Despite knowing that I’d make every possible effort to do it, there was a slight sense of simmering panic inside me. I wondered if I would really make it. Would the car do the round trip home and back to the station again or would I be walking to the nearest petrol forecourt when it shuddered to a halt at the side of the road?
As I ran back to the car I prayed. “Please God, let me make it home and back in time and without running out of petrol.” I repeated this as I started the car and then my heart sank as the car’s trip meter flashed up “0 miles” in front of me. “Uh-oh!” I thought as I pulled off, but I still believed.
Every inch of the way home I expected the car to stop, but it didn’t. Neither did my prayers. The same happened on the return journey to the train station. Smooth as running on velvet. But I knew I was running on empty.
I rushed back into the station and handed over the item with a minute or two to spare.
“You’re my hero!” I was told. I smiled and quietly thanked God again – for everything.
With the last minute request safely completed the train departed and I knew that I had done my best, again.
Taking a deep breath I knew it was my turn to leave. I returned to the car not knowing if I would be walking or driving home. With faith I turn on the ignition and ... this time the car’s trip meter flashed up ‘5 miles’ in front of me! I laughed out loud and thanked God again. What a great sense of humour He has.
I still drove home in the same careful manner I had started off with that morning and the computer on the dashboard read the same ‘5 miles’ when I switched the engine off outside the house.
I had so many extra reasons to be happy that day because I knew in my heart that I had done my best again. And God came through in so many ways.
I still ask ... in any situation, ‘Why do anything except your best?’