Isn’t she pretty!
Well, I think she is the most beautiful truck in the whole world, let me share why.
Really I could go back about 5 years. When we as a matter of circumstance and practicality decided to become a single vehicle family. And for all intents and purposes I still hold that it was a great decision.
Downsizing to one vehicle did bless our family. It saved us a significant amount of money, it gave us more home time and it aided in the process of our goal to get out of debt. It also gave me a convenient excuse to not get over booked and thus our life had this beautiful boundary and easy way for me to say “no” (something I truly struggle with.) For years it was good.
But, there did come a day when this blessed decision became…less of a blessing, and more of a hardship. In the last year or two our life has gone through some changes. Natural and expected changes of course. The same has happened to those around us. While it was usually something we could work out, there was a fair amount of time when I did need to borrow a vehicle from either my in-laws or my parents to make certain appointments (something that I will be forever grateful for.) Making arrangements to borrow vehicles very often has a tendency to make everyone’s life a bit more complicated. Of course God has been very good to us. We have always made the appointments, gotten the shopping done, even been able to do a few fun things. But, I would be lying if I didn’t say it wasn’t hard at times and often much less than convenient.
It had gotten even more difficult when out of want and necessity I began working a bit. Of course we were working it out, and the nature of my job as a riding instructor is very flexible. But, it was wearing on us. I found myself working a lot of evenings and leaving the kids home with Kyle after he had worked a long day.
One evening on my way home, after talking to my husband who was exhausted from his own crazy work week and had been dealing with a screaming baby for hours. For the third evening in a row. I had come to the end of my rope. I was seriously thinking that I just needed to give up giving riding lessons. Something I love and have come to depend on to recharge my batteries.
“Ugh! We just need another car!”
And that’s when it happened. That epiphany moment, when it was like God said, “Well, why don’t you ask for one?”
Seriously, why didn’t I think of that? Because, well, I pray a lot. Really I do. But, call me simple, the thought never really occurred to me to pray about getting another car. I mean really pray about it.
So, I did. Right there in my minivan driving home to my burned out husband and screaming baby.
“Lord, You know our every need. But, Father…If it be your will…could we have another vehicle? You know our financial situation. You know buying one is not an option. But God, I know you can provide the finances for us to get something if its your will.”
And again, it was like God said, “You need to be more specific.”
So… “Okay God. Kyle really needs a truck. Nothing fancy, but something that could get him back and forth to work and something that could haul grain or a few bales of shavings or hay. Thank you for providing for us. Amen.” End of prayer.
I did tell one friend about my prayer. And she encouraged me to believe, really believe that God would provide this vehicle.
So, I did. And for the next month or so I would pray and trust that someday, somehow God would provide a way for us to have a second vehicle. In the meantime I would adjust my schedule and we would just tough it out.
And that was that. Until one day…
I was giving a riding lesson, and the father of one of my students told me he had a surprise for my husband. It turns out a buddy of his had gotten a new truck and was looking for someone to GIVE his old truck too. It needed a little work, but it would WORK!
I was awestruck. These people had no knowledge of my prayer. They knew we were a one vehicle family. They probably even saw the struggle for us to work out schedules and such. But they had no idea, especially this stranger (who I have no doubt had an ear tuned into Gods promptings) of our real need nor of my request to God. Of course I started crying on the spot. And before I knew it we had two working vehicles. And it has been such a blessing. I have a little more freedom to make plans during the day and Kyle has reliable transportation (really, it does a great job getting him back and forth to work.)
When I said that prayer was I thinking 1988 Toyota? No, not a bit. But it does exactly what I had prayed for. It get’s Kyle back and forth to work (the gas mileage is pretty great.) and he can haul a few bags of shaving or a bale of hay when needed.
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer,
believe that you have received it,
and it will be yours.
“Thank you God for answering my prayer. May this post Glorify You and encourage another.”