In the spring of 2014, I found myself without a vehicle. A relative works at the auto auction and found a car for me. I paid cash and happily, had no car payments. It was a 1994 Chevy Cavalier, with a little over 200,000 miles on it. It drove pretty well; the wipers stayed in the 'up' position unless you turned them on High and the other little details Kalisha and I discovered after we drove it home were 1) the trunk would not open and 2) the glove box didn't open either. I jokingly mentioned there might be a body in the trunk, but there was no smell so I was okay with it.
Recently, my little Cavalier developed a water leak; not just a leak, but the kind you have to carry a gallon jug of water with you at all times. Put a gallon in when you leave home and add another when you are ready to come home and don't drive too many miles in-between. What fun. I took it to a repair shop to get a price on repairs. They found more things wrong and said it would be $600-$800 to fix it. Okay...I only paid $500 for it to begin with. I called Take-a-Part and asked for a scrap price.
In the meantime, someone wanted to buy it for the scrap price and said their husband could do the repairs. Great. Sold. Now I have no car again. I perused Craigslist every day. I asked God to please lead me to the right car in my price range (which had not increased a whole lot since I bought the Cavalier.) I love Craigslist. If you want a bit of humor in your life, just read the car descriptions for low priced cars. They may something like: "Great car, good tires, no rust...bring a trailer, no motor." OR, they sound pretty good and then you see the pictures...
I did find several I liked, but they were in Ohio or southern IN; too far. THEN, I found one that was only a few blocks from my house. I was thanking God for making this so easy for me. WooHoo. Kalisha and I walked to the car lot; it didn't look exactly like it did on the website. I was pretty sure God wasn't leading me to this one. Two days later, there was another one at the same lot. We walked there again. This was better but needed an exhaust system. (That part wasn't mentioned in the ad.) While we were there, I found another, asked if I could take it to a mechanic to check it out the next day. Yes. Great. I called the mechanic shop and made an appointment. Now I was getting somewhere. I prayed about it every day and knew God would find the right car (But I did remind him I really needed a car by this weekend)
It was raining on Tuesday, I didn't feel like walking in the rain (yes, I do own an umbrella) so I cancelled with the man at the car lot.
Hang in here with me...it gets better.
I was too lazy to look up the mechanic's number in the phone book, so I checked my recent call numbers in my phone and was sure I chose the right one. The voice that answered said, "Hi Gloria." Whoa...a garage that has caller ID?
Obviously, it wasn't the correct number, but it was the number of a friend. We laughed about my mistake and then he said, "I have a car for you. It's in Whitley County but I'm already in Fort Wayne. I will pick you up, take you out there and if you don't like it, I will bring you back home."
I went, I drove it, I bought it, I drove it home. It is a '98 Mazda Millennia, in perfect condition and I am absolutely thrilled. More thrilled, actually, by God's answers to my prayers and the paths he led me on to the final destination. What are the odds I would mistakenly dial a phone number and that person would have a car I could afford? It's a GOD THING.