We chase moments that top off our souls—the perfect worship set, a quiet morning with coffee and Scripture, a breakthrough in prayer. And there’s beauty in those moments. But fullness, for its own sake, was never the destination.

Some people treat gas stations like church. Stop in. Top off. Move on. If it’s been a rough week, maybe swing by twice. But the goal is always the same—get what you need and get back on the road.

Most cars have a reserve tank. A hidden cushion. An invisible margin. When the needle hits “E,” there’s still a little grace left—just enough to coast to a gas station if you know the roads… and if you don’t get stuck in traffic.

There’s something quietly terrifying about running out of gas. Not because it happens all at once. But because it doesn’t. You thought you had enough. The needle was above empty.