I went through the drive-thru of a fast-food restaurant the other day. I was on the road and feeling a little hungry, so when I stopped for gas, I also decided to grab a bit to eat at the place next to the gas station.
I ordered a food item and a drink. My total was $6.66.
My first reaction was to remove something from my order. I had only ordered two things, so my next reaction was to add something to my order. As I was pulling up to the pay window, I needed to make a decision. Was I going to order something else so that my total wasn’t THAT number? Or, would I pay for my order, paying THAT number?
The attendant wasn’t at the window when I got there, so it gave me a few extra moments to think.
“No,” I said to myself, “It’s a number. I know it’s associated with Satan and evil, but my God is so much bigger than a number.”
I liked that. “My God is so much bigger than a number.”
The attendant opened the drive-thru window, repeated my total without batting an eyelash, held out her hand for my money, and I paid her $6.76 and waited for my dime. I wondered if she was a Christian; I wondered if she wondered about the number in my order’s total.
As I drove off eating my meal, my mind went through these thoughts again.
There are NO coincidences. (I tell myself that all the time)
Perhaps it was a sign from God that I shouldn’t be eating fast food?
Perhaps it was Satan’s way of telling me that I’m still on his radar, even though he and I have done battle plenty of times over the last few years? (I’m sure he’s still a little miffed about God stepping in to help me)
Or, perhaps this was just a reminder to me to remember that, no matter what, my God IS bigger than anything else I will encounter. Anything.
I stuck with that last one: My God is bigger than anything else I will encounter. Anything.