“I was fourteen. My family was on the way home from a weekend of camping. Because of the nice weather Dad suggested that we take the longer but more picturesque route over a mountain pass.
As we started up the pass, the gate was pulled closed.
‘That must be a prank,’ said Dad, noting that the temperature was approaching a hundred degrees. He opened the gate and off we went.
A half hour later we noticed the winter snows had not completely melted. We laughed about it. Soon there was more snow on the road itself, and it became a problem.
About that time we were running low on gas, but Dad said we’d gone too far to retrace our steps.
We came to a fork in the road. One path was up a steep incline. The other was blocked by trees.
We started up the hill but soon our van was stuck in the snow. The more Dad gunned the engine the more fuel was being used up. We were in trouble. And not sure what to do.
It was late afternoon and the night was sure to be freezing. Nobody would be coming to help. Our food was gone. And there was only one match left in the packet.
I got out of the van and decided to take a walk back down to the fork.
As I walked I wondered how far it was to the nearest telephone or assistance and whether I could hike that far. But truth be known, I was scared. I said a prayer.
At the fork I looked in every direction. That’s when a glint caught my eye. I walked toward it.
About twenty-five feet off to the side of the road was a shiny red red five-gallon gas can. I lifted it up. It was full!
The can had been sitting under a pine tree, yet there was not one pine needle on it. Not one water spot. Nor any dirt!
I ran back to my father and mother and told them what I’d found. They ran down the road and were amazed as well!
We filled the gas tank on the van, got unstuck, turned around, and headed back the way we came.
On the way, we tried to figure it out. Was the gas can put there by someone in the forestry department? Maybe … but, given its mint condition and the impassable road, it seemed unlikely anyone had been up that mountain pass that summer.
This I know: God saved our lives.
By the way. The five gallons of gas in the can … was just enough. I mean JUST enough. We coasted into town and a gas station.
Whether you’re stuck on a mountainside or stuck in a terrible situation that you can’t imagine how you’re going to get out of, the prescription is the same: pray!
Source : https://truthbook.com/stories/blessings/the-gas-can