Pay attention to the details
How do I tell the tale without y'all thinking I'm totally nuts?
It all began on my trip home from playing with a bunch of grandbabies. My oldest is at Mississippi State and was unable to come see her ol' Mawmaw while I was at her home in Tupelo.
The day I was leaving. She called and asked for me to make a side-stop in Starkville for an early morning breakfast break.
Who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to have an early morning bite to eat with their first-born grandchild? The fact she wasn't too embarrassed to have me join her at the neatest café on Main Street stoked my ego. I was pretty impressed until I remembered college kids are hungry and Mawmaw could take care of something as simple as hunger.
Not only did we catch up on a ton of stuff; my girl introduced me to something amazing. It ignited the taste buds and filled my tummy with really good stuff. Duck Butt, where have you been all my life?
Speaking of filling up, after we were through packing in the groceries, I needed to find the nearest gas station. My husband, Cooper, had given me instructions to have LaLa take me to a safe station, as I have been known to pick some doozies.
I tailed her to the gas station, pulled in and proceeded to put my card in and go through all the motions, paying and putting the nozzle into the car. I pushed the little doohickey allowing the gas to keep flowing while you attend to other things. It flips off automatically, right?
Grandparents need to make sure their grandbabies are fully fueled up with more than breakfast. So, I told LaLa to pull up to the pump, and I'd fill up her pumpkin as well.
We took a few selfies as our cars filled up, laughed a little more, hugged a lot and then removed the nozzles from our cars and went our merry ways.
About an hour down the road, I looked at my dash instruments. Lo, and behold the one showing how much gas was glaring at me saying I was low, low, low. It took a minute, or more, for my brain to compute. I just filled up. Then it hit me. I had never pushed the button selecting the gas type I wanted. The whole time I thought I was loading the tank; I was loading up my "crazy" points.
How often do with go through the motions spiritually? We think we are prayed up and ready for the day only to remember we had just looked over at our devotions, our Bible and thought by osmosis we were tanked up for the day.
Priscilla Shirer in her book, "Fervent" talks about being revived with faith's passion, being filled with Christ, His love and His power through prayer and scripture. When soaking up a scripture she writes to do it, "Slowly. Deliberately. Like how you'd sip a glass of sweet tea on a blazing hot summer day, wanting the refreshment to last."
Now that'll preach. Go filler-up, y'all, and keep on driving down life's roads.
Kandi Farris, a freelance correspondent, also is a speaker on matters of faith and values.
This story was originally published March 4, 2016 at 5:10 PM with the headline "Pay attention to the details ."