I ran out to Wal-Mart early this morning to grab birthday cards for my nephew (he’s 21!), sister-in-law, and my sister. You see, I had to get these in the mail yesterday.
On my way in, I realized I was out of gas. I stopped at the gas station and went through the digital menu with my credit card: Zip Code: Sure. Receipt? No. Car Wash? No. Having a good day? Yes.
I started day dreaming and ended up filling up the entire tank, I usually stop at a dollar amount unless I’m roadtripping. I docked the nozzle, assembled my gas cap, and looked at the screen.
Wait a moment.
So I waited. I waited some more. It was a long moment.
I hit clear. The screen flashed blank and then it appeared again: wait a moment.
I was in a stubborn mood this morning, so I decided to call the pump computer’s bluff. I stood there, leaned against my car, arms crossed and waited. I wasn’t leaving until I had confirmation all went through. I really don’t like having cops after me.
“Really, Lord? Really?” I asked. I’m standing here having a staring contest with a gas pump, the most unproductive thing I think I’ve ever done. “What is it? Is there a penny?”
The Lord leaves me pennies, I find them in the most random places. They’re physical tokens He is there for me and it even has “In God We Trust” stamped right on it. I looked around the pump and didn’t see one. Sighing, I gave in, the pump won. I walked around to the driver’s side to get my keys and alert the attendant that this pump was locked up.
Right outside my car door was a penny. Shiny. 1987.
I picked up it, smiling. I looked over at the gas pump. “Thank you, come again,” it said as it flashed back to the main menu.
Wait a moment. In God We Trust. This spoke volumes to my heart this morning.