I have a cherry red convertible with a tan canvas top that I LOVE.
That may sound materialistic to you, but in all seriousness, driving my little convertible down a back road with the top down made all of my medical problems just disappear.
I was free from everything except the wind blowing through my hair.
(Oh, wait. I don't have any hair Just enough strands to make it look like I have a mullet. That's why I never go anywhere with my baseball cap or wig.)
Back to the story.
Driving my convertible with the top down, I was free from everything except the wind washing over me. The blue sky above dotted with big fluffy clouds and the feeling that it was just God and me traveling down those back roads.
Driving my convertible filled me with so much joy.
And, then I had to sell it.
I take a lot of road trips, which I love, and my husband got to the point that he feared if I had an accident that I'd be killed and he'd be without anyone to make him laugh.
So, being the obedient wife, I let him get me a safer car and promised him that I'd sell my convertible.
That was last spring.
Cuter, oh, please, Tonka yellow???
Yesterday I decided that I was ready to let go of my convertible. So, Frank follows me to the Chrysler dealership in the Tonka to sell to sell my baby - I was not going through any long dragged out chore of selling my it. This was going to be a one day deal. I'd take what they offered.
Since this is already a long story, I want to shorten it here and cut to the chase.....
Gone is the convertible (yes, I cried a wee bit) and gone is the Tonka.
I feel like a 23 year old boy.
But, it's okay.
God took care of me.
He KNEW how much my convertible meant to me and he made it all better by showing me, across a crowded parking lot, my new car that I am growing to love.
I do love it, but I know I'll love it more when I'm driving down the back roads with God right there taking care of me which is what Frank wanted from the beginning.
God bless Frank.
God bless my new car and God bless the sweet thing that buys my convertible, and may I never see it driving down a back road.
You can learn more about Jan on her blog, The Polkadot Barn