Provision Through a Stranger at the Gas Station

I was driving back to Memphis from a job interview in Nashville — a trip I had made on a tank of gas I was not sure would last. It did not. I pulled off outside of Jackson with the gauge on empty and four dollars in my account. I sat in the car for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. A man in a truck pulled up to the adjacent pump, got out, and said, completely unprompted: "You need gas?" I told him I was fine. He said, "No, you're not. Let me fill you up." He would not hear any objection. He filled my tank, shook my hand, and drove off before I could even ask his name. I was so overwhelmed I had to sit there for a few minutes before I could drive. I got the job. But what I remember most is sitting in that parking lot feeling, with absolute certainty, that I had not been left alone in that situation. Someone sent that man to that pump at that specific moment.