I didn't ask for a Corvette, a BMW, or even a Lexus, but I was specific. My daydreams were full of shiny Honda CR-Vs rolling thru the snow, packed for camping trips, or driving across country with good company. I was a "hopelessly optimistic realist," as a good friend puts it. That is my current dream car - not overly big yet perfect for the snow and the outdoors. I'm a simple girl...I like to think.
Problem #1 - no car. I start dreaming. Problem #2 - I'm a poor missionary daydreaming of a car. My solution? I began throwing up some prayers. My Heavenly Father says he owns the cows on 1,000 hills, what's a car to him? I've heard some pretty great stories of provision this past year. I absolutely needed a car, and I absolutely did not have the money for one. Part of my solution is also a lovely place called craigslist. And I find this car, which meets all the items on my checklist. And it's green. The icing on the cake.
Problem #3 - It's out of my price range, yet I test drive it and fall in love. So I make an offer. It's the best offer that I can afford and that (hopefully) doesn't offend the guy. It's the exact sum of money I have set aside for the car plus the check I have coming in the mail. He accepts! I'm a new car owner.
Hold on, it gets better.
We show up to buy the car. My dad comes along this time. Turns out, car guy and my dad have worked together for 18 years. Car guy continues to tell my dad that someone offered him the same amount the day before I saw the car, yet car guy didn't accept it. For whatever reason he took the same offer the next morning. Car guy insists this car was, for whatever reason, meant to be mine.
Did I mention that this car is in pristine condition? Low mileage, one careful owner, I mean even the engine is absolutely spotless! (No, seriously, it is.)
Turns out, God is pretty sovereign. Even when it comes to cars.
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