For several weeks, I’ve been forgetting to refill my spare propane tank. Don’t want to run out of gas with steaks half-way grilled. I finally got it filled on Saturday. And wouldn’t you know it…as I grilled two Mother’s Day steaks yesterday after church, I heard the distinctive “whoosh” of the gas quitting. Fortunately, I had me a freshly filled tank.
I guess I should say something about God’s timing, and how this was a God-thing, that God knew I would be needing that tank filled, and he arranged it so I would have it just in the nick of time. Maybe I should mention it as a moving testimony during the Sunday morning praise time.
But I think we can safely put the episode under the general categories of “free-will” and “that’s just the way things worked out.” While God is sovereign over all things, including propane tanks, I doubt that he saw this as a situation requiring divine intervention.
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