Life has a way of rounding out nicely on occasion. Today, it appears is one of those days for me. 11 years ago today, I bought a little red car unexpectedly from some acquaintances I knew. I had come down that weekend for a church retreat and had planned to head back up to college that Sunday night. On Friday, my mom very graciously offered to take my car into the shop for some maintenance. As I was getting settled in the cabin I got a call from her saying, “Well, Honey, do you want the good news first or the bad news?” As my heart sank I tentatively replied, “Uhh, the bad news I guess??” She said, “Ok, the bad news is your car is no more. As the mechanics were putting your car up on the lift, the entire wheel base broke off!! He said he had no idea how you hadn’t been killed in this car, because if you would have so much as hit a rock the wrong way you would have died.” I stood there stunned. She continued, “So, your car is done and is being towed away to the junk yard right now. However, there’s good news.” I quipped, “Oh, there’s good news in this?? I’m in college! I can barely pay rent right now let alone an unforeseen car payment!” She said calmly, “I know. But God is good to you. Here’s the good news. I went to my Bible Study this morning and told the ladies about your car and we all prayed together for a solution. Afterwards, a woman came forward and said that she and her husband had been trying to sell their little commuter car for months and have had zero takers. She believes God was saving it for you. She also said that you could come take a look at it right after church and if you like it drive it back to school that night!”
So, I came down the mountain, took it for a test drive, talked monthly payments with them and found they were more than generous since I was a student. That night I drove my new red Suzuki Sidekick back to school, amazed at my God’s care and attention towards me. In this instance, God had gone even further than Matthew 6:8. Not only did He answer my prayer request before I asked it, He answered it before I knew I had it. As only He can.
Over these 11 years, that little car has been incredible! It has gotten us through ever major snow storm Colorado has had. Even when pickup trucks and fancy SUV’s are on the side of the road with their high fangled road-side assistance, my little 4-wheel drive has zipped right past them in her best “‘Scuse, me boys, comin’ through!” She’s taken us camping, boating, hiking, you name it. She’s been our little trooper all this time. She’s been my husband’s go-to car when he can’t ride his motorcycle. Come to think of it, she’s been a part of our marriage longer than our children have.
But a few months ago she started wearing down and things left and right began to break. Then the end came. The clutch and brakes were done. We began praying as winter was around the corner and Clinton would need a vehicle to take on snowy days. It was at this time that some new friends and partners of ours told us they had recently bought a new vehicle and felt we were supposed to have their old Durango. We gladly accepted and the next day Clinton told me that he had always wanted to have a Durango. I could just feel the Lord winking at us.
So, today, December 7th, exactly 11 years after I bought her, I watched my little red car be towed away to the junk yard. I thought I’d feel some sadness when this day finally came, but in truth I feel hope. Hope for what this next season will bring. I feel anticipation. Anticipation for what wonderful things He will bring into our lives from this point forward. And lastly, I feel loved. My God always knows what I need and never ceases to answer my prayers, not only the unspoken ones, but even at times the unknown ones.