Sunday will mark the one year anniversary of my car being hit while parked outside Mike and Karissa’s house. In the days following the event I questioned what God was doing. I was in the thick of trying to get my finances in order and sticking to a plan that was going to work. I was excited that Dad was able to fix my car yet again for less than $20. I cannot tell you how many times that happened. We would have this worked up conversation about needing to save so I could buy a new car because this one wasn’t going to last forever and it was going to be expensive to fix–there was no other way about it, it was going to be costly to fix, and then would end up being less than $20.
The night my car got hit I wrote the following in my journal: ” And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. -Romans 8.28 Lord I want to believe you are going to get the glory in this, that it will work for your good, that it will increase my faith and understanding– but right now I don’t see it. It feels awful. It aches and I am scared. ” Just a few days later I would learn that the car my dad and I thought I would be lucky to get $1500 for was being totalled out for $2908. I still don’t really believe it. And while I was excited for the amount of money and how it was REALLY going to jump-start my debt reduction process I had no idea that I was going to be involved in another car accident in just a few weeks. I was frustrated and scared, I really didn’t want to drive anywhere for fear of what might happen. I hated learning how to drive a manual car. Those were not fun days spent on the dirt roads by my parents house. They were trying days, but I desperately tried to hold on to the Lord being faithful and good.
A year later the circumstances still don’t entirely make sense to me, but I am humbled to know I made over $4000 on cars last year. The neon is not pretty, it is not a glamorous car. BUT it gets me where I need to be. God continues to provide in ways I never thought possible. It may have taken time to pass to provide a wide enough perspective to see the goodness in the circumstances–but I am thankful I got to that place and do hope these experiences continue to teach me in the future of that truth. God is good–even when I don’t understand it.
