The Girl on Pump 5

A few weeks ago, my mother and I pulled into the gas station. Momma told me to put $20 in the gas tank and then run inside to pay. I stood by the car and did as I was told to do. When I went a penny over I had to go to the window to grab the change that I needed. My mom rolled down the window and asked me, "Do you believe God speaks to people?"

"Of course!" I responded. "Why?"

"He is telling me I need to pay for that lady's gas," Momma said and then pointed to the girl at the pump next to us. She was blonde, in her mid to late twenties and had two little girls in the car. Nothing about the woman told me she was in need but if my mom said that's what God had told her to do, I believed her. "Go give her this five dollars."

At first I protested because God hadn't told me to help this woman, but Mom eventually convinced me. If that's what I was supposed to do, who am I to argue?

I took the five dollars to the car as she was about to pump her gas. She didn't see me at first so I had to get her attention. "Ma'am?" She looked over at me. I held out the five dollars for her to take. "I want you to have this."

The woman looked shocked. "I couldn't take that. I don't even know you."

"God told me to." I simply said.

The woman stood there in disbelief. "I can't believe this! Are you serious? I can't thank you enough for this; I only have two dollars. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I handed her the money and walked back to my car where my mom was anxiously waiting to hear how it went. She drove me to the doors so I could pay. "It went great. She couldn't stop thanking me! And I know God must have been speaking to you, there is no other way you could have known she only had two dollars," I said as I left the car to go inside.

I paid the bill and came back to the car. I buckled my seatbelt and looked over at my mom who had not yet started the car. She was holding another twenty. "I want you to go in and tell them to make sure the girl on pump 5 gets twenty dollars in gas."

I quickly ran back inside and did what I was told. As we were pulling out of the parking lot my mom pulled up next to the woman and she immediately started thanking us once again. My mom cut her off, "I want you to put twenty dollars in your gas tank."

"That's too much!" The woman protested.

"It's already payed for. God Bless," my mom said as we pulled away. Momma was tearing up and didn't want anyone to see her cry.

I turned around just in time to see the woman nearly collapse against her car in tears. Her oldest daughter, who couldn't have been older than six years old, stuck her head out of the car window and started rubbing the back of her mother's head. I turned back to face my mom tears running down my face as well. "Why did we give her another $20, Momma?"

"When I first reached into my wallet I was told to grab a twenty, but I decided to only give her a five. When you told me she only had two dollars I knew God had initially wanted me to give the woman twenty. So the five was just a bonus," she said.

"And why was I the one that had to do it?" I asked.

"Because, I knew that when you saw how we had helped her, you would know what it truely meant to be blessed by blessing others." And I did. Though I wasn't on the recieving end, I was blessed. I Am Blessed.