God has been showing me so much, school has been enlightening me with information and the months have been flying by. Today, I'm looking out the window and there is snow on the ground. Anyone want to tell me how that happened? I am very excited for Thanksgiving next week, though. There truly is so much to be grateful for. I have been blessed with loving family and friends, an awesome university and so much more. Yet, I'm struck by how easy it is to take things for granted. That was something I found out this past fall when I had numerous medical appointments to get to and no way to get there. I would ask friends and take taxis, but I came to the point where my bank account was draining quickly and my friends weren't texting back. The stress was really getting to me and I was even stranded at the doctor's office for three hours on one occasion. The ride service I had hired didn't come back. So I found myself lounging in a Starbucks until the ride service owner came to get me and I chatted with her Cheetos-eating son on the way back to campus. Not the best experience.
"Well, is he hot?" My older brother texted
"He's like 7....." I answered.
And thus went my day. Needless to say, I didn't hire that particular transportation service again. But I did have to find a way to get around. After discussing things with my parents, we decided that getting a car for me was really the only viable option. That led to a frantic car search during my fall break last month. We drove from car lot to car lot, even stopping at lots we saw along the way.
"Where's dad?" I would ask. "Oh, he stopped at a lot on the way home, just to see what they had."
Dronda-- because any dignified car must have a catchy name-- has been such a blessing. Yes, she takes me to appointments and to church. But she also has relieved the pressure of finding rides, the angst of crossing friends off the "ride list." Yet, at the core of it all is a lesson in love. I am loved. I am blessed-- both by my parents and by God. I don't deserve to have a car to drive; yet, I have one.
It also got me thinking. In light of how blessed I am, I wouldn't dare put a scratch on Dronda. I see the great responsibility that comes with the blessing and I want to be a good steward of this car that is on loan from my father. In the same way, God has given me this body that I have abused for many years. I have pushed it too hard and loved it too little (RELATED: Relaxation). But Dronda has reminded me that there is a sense of responsibility in a gift. And I shouldn't even think of not treating this body with anything but respect, for it is a gift from my Father. Funny how God teaches us these things, isn't it?
So, in conclusion: expect more posts from me in the near future. They may or may not be about my adventures in Dronda. But they sure as heck will contain a lot of gratitude. This blog is called "A Grateful Life Lived" for a reason, and I often forget that. I'm grateful for this car, yes, but I'm chiefly thankful for what it has shown me about undeserved love. That's something else I can't wait to tell you all about-- what God is showing me about love-- but you'll have to click back soon for that one. But you, like myself, have a lot to give thanks for. I hope you'll take a minute just to think about God's little signs of love and thank Him for those things. They might be little, but they aren't insignificant. They make the biggest statement of all.
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