God gave me Waldo. And I wanted to tell you how.
As many of you know, I'm approaching my high school graduation. In the fall I'll be a full time college student. It's no secret that I'm really excited. And also a bit nervous. One of the reasons I'm a bit nervous is because of my schedule change.
For the past two years I've attended our community college with my brother and we have been truly blessed to be on the same time schedule with our classes. This coming semester, though, will bring a change to that. I'll be taking four classes, verses his two. Which means I'll be out there a lot longer. We both have different jobs. My sister has a job. My mom has a job. We only have one vehicle. To share. I started getting a bit frantic. "How is this going to work? I can't keep the truck for the entire day while I'm at school. What if Mom's in a meeting and I have to get to work? Or Annie has to get to work and Zach has to be picked up from school? This is going to be crazy! How is this going to work?"
I started thinking about my options. And, me being me, I worried. A lot. I thought that maybe I could get another part-time job in the summer to cover the expense of buying my own vehicle. "But what if I can't get a job anywhere? What if this doesn't work out?"
"God, I need a car!"
One Sunday morning in late March I sat in church and listened to my pastor talk about being satisfied. And, more than that even, trusting God with everything. And through that complete trust, how peace follows. I decided that day to give it all to God. That my worrying wouldn't change my circumstance. That it wouldn't bring me a vehicle. I realized that I thought I needed a car. I don't need a car. I wanted a car. Sure, it would definitely make life a bit easier. But I'm sure we could probably figure out a way to get by without one.
"God, I trust YOU. I trust YOU."
The very next day...and I'm talking the very next day, my daddy tells me my aunt has called and that she suggested I borrow Grandma's car. She's unable to use it anymore and it's just sitting in her front yard.
God is just overwhelming sometimes, you know. The way He works in and through us for His glory. It's overwhelming. And completely amazing.
My grandma and some other family members gave the okay (Big, huge thanks to them! *hugs*) and my parents brought Waldo (My twelve year old brother, Logan, gave the car it's name. He said it sounded like Volvo.) home. It needed a bit of work done. Due to a sunroof leak there was some mold and water under the carpet. It went to get cleaned...for over two weeks. Which was a definite test of my patience. But whenever I got stressed or anxious about the situation, I could hear God whispering to me, "Katie. Calm down. I've got it. I'll get you through."
We brought Waldo home to stay on Wednesday.
My little flip flop air freshener.
{Thank you to Annie for taking some of the photos.}
