Through the Lord’s mercies we are not
consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.—Lamentations
3:22-23
I do it all the time—every time I fill up. I notch the
lever on the gas pump handle and trust it to stop automatically when the fuel
reaches the top of the tank. Wednesday was no different. I positioned the nozzle,
squeezed the trigger, secured the lever and let it do its thing. Meanwhile I watched the numbers on the pump
climb higher than the dollars in my wallet.
Click! I reached for the
handle and then quickly withdrew my hand, as gasoline gushed out, splashing
down the side of the Jeep and spilling onto the concrete. “Oh, no!” I groaned,
fumbling to release the lever. Wasting
fuel in our conservation conscious culture is sinful. What a mess! What do I do? I scanned the pumping station. Not a paper towel in sight! Angrily I
rummaged through my car and pulled out a rumpled napkin. But I knew I had no one to blame but myself. I will never take my hand off the nozzle
again!
How many other things do I do automatically? Has routine become my routine?
