My first car was a 1953 Chevy, which had been parked out in a pasture, with chickens roosting in it and hay stored in the trunk. My uncle paid $15 for it in 1965 and I drove it for about 18 months until it threw a rod.
My next Chevy was a 1957 Chevy that I got by default when I married a man. I loved that car. He built a hotrod out of it, but later traded the body for a paint job on his ’66 Chevy El Camino.
In 1976, when I was getting a divorce, I asked Mom to pray that I could get a new car, since my old one was worn out.
I visited Bixby Chevrolet with my brother-in-law and told the salesman—”Chevy Malibu, 4-door, 6 cylinder, air and automatic, power steering and brakes.” He asked, “Do you care what color?” Then he showed me a pea-green Malibu with 10,000 miles. Four or five of us family members drove that car until it quit.
Some years later, when we had to have it hauled off, I asked my husband to get the Malibu and Chevrolet symbols to save. I loved that car.
I used to tell my kids when I got them raised, I was going to buy a 1957 Chevy, but when it came right down to time to buy, I got my current vehicle, a 2000 Chevy Tahoe, bright red, black running boards, and chrome. I love this car. My husband says, one of my biggest problems in life is that I get too emotionally attached to my vehicles.
I believe God wants His children to have the things which we need in life, and I have sure needed cars all these years.
In Luke 19 the story is told of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, which we celebrate on Palm Sunday. He sent his disciples into Bethany to find a colt, saying, “Loose it and bring it here. And if anyone asks you,’why are you loosing it?’ thus you shall say to him, ‘Because the Lord has need of it.’”
“Your Father knows the things you have need of before you ask Him.” Matt. 6:8
Jesus needed a donkey but I needed a Chevrolet.