Thank you, thank you, thank you, God, for having a reliable car.
My boyfriend has been dealing with car trouble since this past summer and last month, it finally became almost undriveable. There is a lot of work to be done on it if it is going to last a few more years.
Seeing him struggle and worry almost every day about whether it would break down in the middle of the road, I became very very thankful for my car that has never had an issue more serious than a flat tire.
Going to school in a wealthy neighborhood where my 2007 Ford Focus is probably one of the oldest cars on the block, I often take for granted my little green car that starts up every day, drives smooth, and keeps me warm (or cold) and dry. I never complain about my car, but I don’t often say thank you either.
There are a lot of people in this country who don’t have vehicles or who are restless wondering if they’ll have a way to get to work in the morning. There are a lot of people in other countries who will never have a car or maybe even see one. They walk for miles in rain, snow, and heat.
I was reminded today of how important cars are when my roommate woke me up early to ask me to drive her to class because the friend she normally rides with could not find her keys. I didn’t really think about it until after I dropped her off, but her education (at least for today) relied on me having a reliable mode of transportation.
I started thinking about how what I would do without a car. I would have to walk about a mile to the grocery store and walk back with everything I bought. The nearest non-grocery store is probably another mile further. I wouldn’t be able to drive to see my boyfriend. I wouldn’t be able to go home whenever I want. I wouldn’t be able to drive to work and I wouldn’t be able to explore my beautiful city.
I know these are first-world problems and not nearly comparable to the plights of those in impoverished or less developed nations, but they at least gave me a brief insight into what I would do without my little green blessing.
I know it’s a little thing, but thank you for my car. I often forget how much of a blessing it is to not have to worry how I will get somewhere. All I have to do is grab my keys and go. So many people in this world do not have that luxury. For them, it is a labor to go a few miles and travelling long distances is out of the question. Thank you for giving me a blessing I can share with others by giving rides and help me find more ways to honor you with the gift you’ve given me.