Where my kids at?
In August 2009 my fate was sealed.
I discovered I was pregnant with our third chid.
No longer could I continue to drive my beloved Honda Accord.
I was emotionaly attached to Stitch, my stylin’ silver stallion.
I had countless adventures driving Stitch all over Europe, not to mention the cross country road trip in the Accord.
But, three car seats cannot fit safely in the back of a sedan {or at least not our sedan}.
We knew we needed a larger vehicle.
With 2 adults, 3 kids, and 2 dogs, you need a lot of space-especially when going camping.
So, I resigned myself to the fact that a minivan was in my not too distant future.
I moaned and groaned about it.
I wrestled with it day and night.
Sure, an SUV or a crossover vehicle were options, but they were either more expensive, not as practical, or not as roomy as the minivan option.
The thought of driving a minivan made me feel old.
I even had a bit of a quarter-life crisis over this situation.
I had nightmares about middle schoolers pointing at me and laughing as I drove by.
So, about six weeks out from Korbin’s birth, we purchased our Swagger Wagon.
My friends and family oohed and ahhed over it.
Everyone kept asking, “So, how do you like the Sienna? Don’t you just love it?”
“It’s okay. It’s a vehicle. It works,” {she says in monotone voice, walks away with head hanging low}
Mourning
While I was still suffering my loss, my hubs showed me this video:
And, I was happy again.
I had a new reason to take to the open road with unabashed passion and pleasure.
I could roll with my posse in the HOV.
In my Swagger Wagon. Got the pride in my ride in my Swagger Wagon.
The greatest turning point came when I fit 6 of my girlfriends in the Swagger Wagon.
We had a blast on our joy ride, giggling over {you guessed it} SEX, enjoying just being together for a little girl time.
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Isn’t this so often how we react to God?
He offers me something I think I don’t want: a plan, an opportunity, something that requires a surrender of my will and a step of faith.
He wants to give me something good, but I reject it.
Because of fear.
Because of pride.
Because I.just.don’t.wanna!
Things would go much smoother and much easier, if I would just stop to remind myself of Isaiah 55:8-9,
8 “For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD.
9 “Foras the heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways higher than your ways
And My thoughts than your thoughts.
God always knows better than me.
He’s totally Swaggerific like that.
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