We have been experiencing a gasoline shortage in our area. It’s gotten a bit ‘touchy’ over the last week and we were having trouble getting the gas I needed at our local Quik-Trip, my home away from home. Bobbie, my lovely wife, and I decided to put forth a plan each to deal with the current crises. Her plan was to pray. Yep, pray - and when we needed gas God would make a way for us to get it at our Quik-Trip around the corner. Hmmm. I remember thinking as she was talking, “Bless her little heart. As smart as she is (and she is), She’s obviously not grasping the seriousness of this situation. People are being stranded; lives are being disrupted. The entire Atlanta Metro area is in an upheaval. We have to have a plan that involves creativity, boldness and decisiveness of action.” My plan was to siphon 5 gallons of gas from our old car into a gas can; wait until Midnight on Sunday, after all the traffic had died down; drive into the mountains of North Georgia which were about 50 miles from our home; then, I would begin my search for some gas within the desolate northern areas of our State. If I was unlucky in my quest, I would use the 5 gallons in the gas can to get back home and try again the next night. Creative. Bold. Decisive. The next day, Sunday, after Church, we were coming back home from lunch. The entire time we ate, I was going over my plan – and chuckling a bit at hers. As we topped the hill, we saw movement at the Quik-Trip (the one around the corner from our house). We pulled directly into the parking lot; waited for one other car to fill up; pulled up to the pump and filled our tank. Maybe 12 minutes, tops. As I drove away, I didn’t have the courage to look her way but I knew, just knew, that she had that smile – that smile. I’ll guess I’ll use the gas in the gas can to cut the grass.