At the very end of things, I tend to reflect on the very beginnings. This is overall a pretty silly post, but still shares how God orchestrates things when we are completely unaware.
Ever since the accident I’ve missed my car terribly. Driving around, now, I keep pointing out the make and model when I see it, much to my husband’s annoyance. Seriously though, there is a reason that my car is used as a police and taxi car, and still a very popular style despite its classic sedan shape and less than amazing gas mileage.
It is ironic how much I miss my car. Only my mother knew the force with which I disliked this car, upon hearing about it for the first time. Its not even written about in my journal, that is how inconsequential I felt like all of it was at the time.
The summer after my sophomore/junior year of college I’d returned home to work at the day care again. The director had seen me manage to get the 2 year old class to sit and say their song/prayer before breakfast and decided to offer me the full time 2 year old teacher slot for the summer term. Originally, I’d planned to car pool with my mom who worked something like 7-2, when I’d be working 9-5. Driving her in at 7am was too much for me, so I decided it was time to search for a car.
I began searching the internet. I hoped to get a good car that would last several years. Ideally, I wanted the fuel efficient and tough Honda Civic, or a Hyundai or something like that. I remember feeling really frustrated because my parents wouldn’t take me anywhere to go physically look at cars.
In my journal I wrote about how I felt like I was trying to force the process and I needed to pray more. It was really neat watching my husband’s car transaction. He test drove the Buick, and the car dealer was a Christian who prayed over the car with us. I thought that was such a cool way to have an impactful ministry! I envied God’s sense of direction in that situation.
My mom did some asking around, and learned that an older woman was selling her car. When she told me this I literally rolled my eyes. I didn’t want an “old person car.” I didn’t want to see this car at all, but she drove me to check it out anyways. What I found was this 1997 Mercury Grand Marquis with only 81,926 miles on it, that was being sold for $2,500. To most people they would have realized the instant deal, I just noticed that it’s color, Cerulean, was one of my wedding colors, and I was won. It made it sweeter that my dad chipped in over half for the vehicle.
The 4th of July holiday reminded me that I purchased the car the first week of July, 5 years ago. I remember the hassle of trying to figure out how to get to the DMV to get my registration/tags/title dealt with when I worked 40 hours a week.
The more I drove this car the more I grew to love it. It was even bigger than my husband’s old person’s car, with a roomy interior and trunk. I often teased people that my trunk could store 12 dead bodies in it. This was ridiculously helpful for hauling all of my junk back and forth to college. Plus, during the summers with Xtreme Impact, we would need to do pick up from Sam’s Club. The directors would ask everyone in particular to bring their trucks. It was discovered, though, that my car could hold as much as (if not more than) a tiny truck. Thus, my car was dubbed an honorary truck.
Also, due to my car’s size I made many of our camp pizza runs. Yes, my car could hold 60 pizzas between the back seat and trunk, 30 on/in each! I was so proud of my old granny car!
Because we drove my husband’s car around more, mine was still in pretty awesome condition up until a few weeks ago. It had just passed 100,000 miles when we visited his parents in November. We thought it had at least a few years on it, and joked that his Buick would be the first to croak.
Looking at the pictures of the wreck, I’m astounded how God worked things out to protect me so long ago. The reason that car could protect me so well from that t-bone was due to its old classic car style. If I’d gotten a smaller car, I’m not sure how well it would have withstood; I definitely wouldn’t of have so much room up front to not feel squished.
The only remnants that I have now are two tiny pieces of the window that were randomly discovered within the LCD screen of my DSLR camera. Luckily, I have this keepsake, and it didn’t scratch up the screen! I feel like I need to do something creative with them. Maybe turn them into jewelry? Like earrings or something? Let me know if you have any cool ideas!
When you don’t feel like God is working in your life, He is. He is often planning important little details that you won’t realize until many years down the road. Our lives are not linear journeys, but rather random hopscotch paths. As long as we are seeking after Him, He will guide us and direct us where we need to go.
In the meantime we are still sharing my husband’s Buick. I was told that since I broke my car (“This is why we can’t have nice things ;0)) that it’s husband’s turn to have a new vehicle. He’s hoping for a truck, and I’m not going to lie, my somewhat country girl self finds that pretty attractive. I was just entertained to recently discover that the Buick actually has side impact airbags within the front seats. Score!
Cheers to the best first car that a girl could ever have. :0)