One of my favorite things to do is to drive aimlessly or with aim. Doesn't matter.
I love it.
There is something so freeing about blaring some T-Swift on a beautiful, sunshiny day with the windows down; and the wind whipping your hair around so that you'll need to give a good comb through when it's all said and done.
It was something that I was so looking forward to when I returned from being in Africa for 3 months.
Little did I know……the Father had something else in mind.
When I returned home from my race, my parents helped me out with getting a new car. It was the nicest car I had ever owned (well, technically it was under my dad's name, so I didn't own it). I drove it for about 5 months before leaving for Africa, which got stored at my parents house while I was gone.
When I returned home, I could not wait to get into my car and go for a nice long drive. A few minutes before pulling into the driveway of my parents home, I asked them about "Gloria" (yes, I named it, because that's what this generation does….we name our computers/cars/phones/etc), where then my dad informed me that they sold it.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaatttttttt?!" *** yea, that was my response***
He then went into the explanation of why they sold it; but because I am selfish and human, I decided to be bitter about it.
Wanna know why they sold it?
My pops had to have surgery on his neck and they needed the money to help with the surgery.
I knew that he had to have surgery and that it would be happening while I was in Africa. I, along with my team, prayed persistently for him to be healed. We prayed and prayed and prayed. One night while I was praying, I heard the Father tell me to not have expectations of what my dad's healing may look like and to be open to whatever the process may look like.
Alright, easy enough.
Well, I kinda forgot that He told me that when my parents told me that they got rid of my car. Instead, I sulked and got pissed. I may not have appeared that way on the outside, but on the inside, my heart was disgusting and selfish. Entitlement took over. I mean….how dare they. Gosh. The least they could've done was communicate with me before they did it.
Yesterday, the Father kind of slapped me with a revelation (because He is so stinkin' gracious and loving):
He said…"Hey Emm, your dad is healing. Isn't that what you prayed for? That he would be healed? And didn't I ask you to not have expectations of what it would look like? If they hadn't done what they needed to do in order for him to have the surgery, he wouldn't be in the process of healing right now. So what if you don't have a vehicle anymore….at least you have your dad."
Wham. There it was.
It's amazing how quickly our emotions can be driven by the things of this world. I mean, it was a car. That's it. A worldly possession verses my pops, one of His children.
Really put things into perspective for me.
What else does the Father ask us to sacrifice that we so selfishly hold on to? What is He asking you to let go of?
Seriously.
***By the way, my pops is healing just fine, praise the Lamb. In his words….."I feel like an 18 year old man again".***
