So, my car broke. My first car lasted a year, almost to the date. Her name was Abigail, and she had character:
The front headlight had to be tapped and lifted in just the right place for it to turn on.
The passenger side pocket thing on the door came out.
She was almost always going 0 mph....her speedometer didn't work.
The left blinker had to be pushed down in just the right way to work.
The key needed to go in only 3/4 of the way in order to open the trunk.
I love my car, but unfortunately she blew a head gasket (i'm pretty sure that's what it's called), and it's probably not going to be worth it to fix. It's like spending a lot of money for a surgery on a 12 year old dog...except I like my car better than I like dogs.
So, I have been surprisingly not upset about this. Walking home tonight I was thinking about the predicament that I'm in...how I'm broke and yet I still owe $900 on a car that I don't have anymore, and a calm sense came over me and I realized, and knew, that I was going to be ok. I felt completely fine knowing that I wasn't going to have all the things that I want, but that everything would be provided so I would have the things that I need.
I really do feel grateful for this peaceful feeling that I know came from the Lord.
