This is a story of a car.

From the time I turned 16 until after I graduated college I drove the same car. A 1996 Honda Accord with no power windows or locks. I thought I was deprived because I had to reach and open the door for my passengers. #firstworldproblems

After I had a real paycheck I decided it was time to get a new [to me] car. It was the winter after I graduated college. My dad and I test drove and searched for the perfect car. I kept saying I wanted a SUV. I wanted a change. Go big or go home. We randomly found a 2006 Volvo SUV at our local dealer that was in my price range and had low mileage. We impulsively went for it, and my car payments began. 

I never really knew why we went with that car. It wasn't perfect. It didn't speak to me. And I didn't technically "need" a new car, I just wanted one and thought having a big kid job meant it was time. 

Honestly, it wasn't until our last move (Denver to Philadelphia) that I realized what it was all about. God knew long before I did why I purchased that one. Because my husband and I pack our cars full of what we need and drive across the country every three months. I joke about not wanting to sacrifice my wardrobe, and I don't have to.

My point is to this random story is that He has it all figured out, even something as silly as buying a car. So why do we try and figure it all out on our own even though we know that He is going to take care of us and has a reason for it all. He promises to, and He keeps His promises.

photo taken on the back of Marcy (that's her car name) while we were dating summer 2009.