Being in-between jobs is one of those times in life when I wonder daily what I ought to be doing. Teaching? Writing? Filing papers? I’m not sure, but I do know a few things I absolutely don’t want to be doing. One is going into sales.
Buying a car is a hassle. Especially if you have to sale one on top of that. This past weekend, by God’s grace and mercy, we got my new car registered. There are still a few loose ends that will have to be dealt with later on account of the way I bought it, but I can drive it like my own now without any concern. I prayed a lot that morning that things would go through. I prayed even more at the motor vehicle department when things didn’t look too good. But it’s done. Praise God!
On Saturday I took my old car “across the river” (the Wabash River) to West Lafayette to show it to an Indian student at Purdue. He liked it, but he wanted to show it to a mechanic just to make sure everything on it was good, especially since this would be his first big purchase. So, we met this afternoon at a mechanic in Lafayette. Now I am not really a paranoid person, but I can have a very vivid imagination. It gets worse when my dad keeps going over the same things so I won’t get swindled (or whatever) because I am a girl. And I think his imagination is worse than mine! So, I prayed. I prayed that my Heavenly Father would take care of me. I prayed the mechanic would say it’s a good car (for its ten years), the young man looking at it would be pleased, and we could get the sale in order. Basically, I just wanted God to take of me. After all, I am His child. And it is His car.
Well, the Indian student was accompanied by an older man and his wife, the older man helping him understand things and getting a look at the car himself. While we waited on a mechanic, we fell to talking. What a timely meeting! The older man was quite impressed that a young lady would not only drive a manual car but had also just purchased yet another manual car. He asked what I did for a living, gave some suggestions for looking for tutoring work in the Lafayette area, and then I asked him what he had done for a living. I wasn’t surprised that he had been a professor at Purdue. A veterinary school professor. And as my sister Grace was with me, I turned the conversation to dogs and her Golden Retriever Keats who has allergies. He wasn’t surprised at this, gave some suggestions for treating Keats, and offered the name of the woman who is now in charge of the veterinary school at Purdue and specializes in animal allergies.
Meanwhile, the mechanic had taken the car for a spin and raised it up to take a look at it with the student and retired professor. The mechanic told me I had a nice car for ten years. We made arrangements and I followed them across town to a bank in order to get a cashier’s check for a deposit on my old car. On Saturday, I will be paid the remainder and we will transfer everything to him.
Now I could probably be told my a hundred people that I should have done this or that during this transaction, but I think my Heavenly Father truly watched over me today. Even as a girl, I was treated with respect and asked how I wanted this or that or if this or that was okay. The Lord has given me what I asked He would for my old car. He has given me but one buyer (which is all I need). He has made every step clear and easy. I am praying He will do the same on Saturday when the final part of this transaction takes place.
And, you know what? I know He will!
Thats a great story. I never ceases to amaze me though that apparently women in America don't drive manual? I would say most of my friends do unless they grew up in one of the capital cities. I much prefer manual cars to automatics. I never realised it was anything different anywhere else :) Funny what we take for granted!
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