I spent my entire life savings on this red car.
I don't like red cars.
As my Dad and I were shopping, we (he) found this red Corolla.
He told me it was everything I could ever want in a car.
Great gas milage.
And fairly priced to boot.
But it's red.
It's hard for me to see or understand that something runs well - to see that it's quality in the inside.
And this whole time, I was praying that God would help me be a good steward of my resources. That I would be open to whatever He had for me. And he pointed me to this red car.
Despite the fact that it was red, and I wasn't excited about it, I knew it was the one.
I've given up a lot of red cars in my life.
I haven't given them a chance. Because they're red.
Because they don't golf. Or drink coffee. Or like Indie music.
Because they aren't attractive according to my standards.
Because they're eight years older than me.
And so, the end of the story is this red car has grown on me.
I'm actually a little bit excited about it.
Almost in love with it.
Because I know and am convinced it's what God has for me.
In a sense I regret letting go of all of those red cars that have come into my life, but at the same time, I know they are part of a story. A part of my journey. Which has led me to see that I am capable in falling in love with a red car. And I am only capable because that's the story that God has written for me.
Now this new, shiny, red car has become a reminder to me that I don't know what the future holds, but I can trust that God has my greatest good, for His greatest glory at heart, whether it's a red car that I learn to love or not.