So I’m pumping gas into my thirsty car. I insert the nozzle, push the handle lock on, then stand back as my car drinks. I have a few free moments to myself. I reach my hand into my pocket to get my phone. I want to check my email.
I turn my head as I pull the phone out, and I see the most brilliant sky. Sun is peaking from behind clouds, their edges illuminated with bursting shine.
This is a scene to behold. I lose my breath, it is taken away. Suddenly I’m not interested in words on my phone, so I watch. As my car drinks, so do I. And something within me is restored.
Soon the little tank is full and the moment is over. I remove the nozzle, twist the gas cap on, and leave. I go back to work and check my email. The fluorescent lights beam artificial light. There are no clouds, no brilliance. The moment is over.
Psalm 19.1-2 says, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.”
I almost missed the glory, the very Word, filling up my thirsty soul. May I not miss it the next time.