I had recently been without a car off and on for about 4 months. It STUNK. In Southern California you need a car for everything. And in addition to not being able to socialize or visit my parents as frequently as I liked to, it made my job in real estate especially difficult.
My amazing, awesome, kind boss let me use the company car for two of those months. And of course, there came a time when he suggested I probably need to try harder to find my own car.
I had been trying the whole time but the frustration of getting repeatedly denied or asked for a higher down payment was very emotionally draining. With the deadline my boss imposed on me however, I knew I had to do something. And all I kept getting were rejection phone calls and letters from dealers. The money I had saved was not enough to buy a decent car outright, so I knew I had to finance a car and this made everything worse.
On my drive home from work the following evening in the company car, I was overwhelmed with stress. I had just exited the freeway and was driving on the long busy road I take home, and just cried my heart out to God. “God, please help me!” I’m not even lying when I said I cried, I cried. It wasn’t just about having a car, it was about lacking control over the whole situation. I felt immense guilt for putting this stress on my boss and for stressing out my dad in the process as well. I realized at that point that I was trying to control things too much.
So I drove, and I cried, and I yelled out loud to God to hear me. No exaggeration, I felt a beautiful wave of calm overcome me. My tears dried and I pulled into my driveway. I ran inside my apartment, grabbed my most recent paystubs and utility bill, and drove to a dealership in my town.
The next day my dad reminded me of a place he had gone to in the town next to us to get a car. We went there right after we got out of work and voila! I had a new-to-me 2007 VW Beetle. The newest car I’ve ever owned in 10 years. The dealership even worked with us because it was so late and our insurance company wasn’t open. But get this — the dealership works exclusively with my dad’s insurance agent so they totally did us a favor! There are no coincidences in life, God makes sure things work out as they should.
So here I am, 3 days later and I still have a HUGE smile on my face. God REALLY IS good. Great! Fantastic. AWESOME. Praise the Lord, he really works miracles and I am so blessed to be part of this one.
Thank you, God.