Yea…it’s true. By choosing to have our car considered a total loss instead of repaired (they gave us that option)…we saved. We were planning on running that car into the ground, it just so happens that we hit the ground way sooner than we expected we would. But that’s life isn’t it? Nothing ever actually goes according to our plan…God’s plan is a different story.
After our car was hit, I was angry…it wasn’t really the car though…that was just the final straw. I, for the first time in awhile, couldn’t see the good in what was going on…the silver lining, if you will. I struggled to find the lesson or the blessing beneath the inconvenience and stress…not just of a silly, little car accident, but of the stress of school, the stress of our finances, he stress of living across the country from family and friends and missing weddings, the stress of anything I could think of. My anxiety reached a level I had never experienced before. I don’t know if I actually had a clinical panic attack, but if I didn’t I felt something very close…I couldn’t stop my mind from worrying…I felt like a social worker that was in need of some serious therapy - how embarrassing!
How did I pull myself out of this cycle? Restoring my faith. My mom and my sister came out to visit and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. My mom helped restore my faith in God and that everything does happen for a reason. Not only that, but through a lot of tears and prayer, my mom and I brought our relationship to a level it has never been before. It was the most therapeutic experience I have ever had. Ever since then my anxiety and stress has been at an all time low…like non-existent kind of low.
Leave it to God to allow me to get hit by a car…in the perfectly right place so that no one was hurt, but there was enough damage to allow it to be totalled…after I had just received a grant for nearly $6,000…that I figured out was to put towards a new car…that we found through our dear friend, Blair, at Amor…whose family works for Toyota…right after a visit from my mom and sis who had scheduled their trip months in advance…yet I needed them right then…when Andrew was in Mexico for the whole weekend…allowing us to have girl time…
I’m sorry, I just can’t believe any of this happened by accident (pun intended).
The moral of the story is not to save money by getting your car hit, so you can still afford to hang out with your friends. The lesson is that God provides. More than just financially.
