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It’s probably not healthy, but I really love my car. His name is Sam, and he’s just been the best car. Though, my van was a really great vehicle too. But Sam has traveled well beyond what my van and I experienced – which was only about 2 years together. We’ve been together just about 12 years now. Sam has taken me across the country three times. He’s taken me to Lake Placid half a dozen time. He was our honeymoon car. He’s taken me to several rock festivals. My first date with Bret took place in Sam. He kept me safe during a hail storm/outskirts of a tornado.

Today, he crossed over the line of 240,000 miles. In less than 10,000 miles, this guy will be a quarter of a million miles old. I cannot believe it. I’ve said my goal is to make it to 250,000, but I think my little guy will make it a lot longer.

My friend said I should have a funeral for him when he finally kicks the bucket. Friends, I think I could cry my eyes out. I don’t even when to think about that yet! Oy. lol, Sam will live forever…..at least until I get my DeLorean…

What about you? Do you love your car?

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I posted this on February 2nd of 2013, almost 3 years ago…

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Tonight, I had intentions of visiting the store for Superbowl snacks and groceries. I was also going to try and find some purple hair dye. I know, I know. SILLY to look for the DAY BEFORE the Superbowl. But, I was going to do it.

Not 9 minutes from home, my car died. Like, power failure, all indicators went down. I was actually at a pretty safe spot to pull over and no one was behind me. I sat there for about 45 minutes waiting for Bret to pick me up and looking up what the heck it could be.

I was obviously bummed and kicking myself. It’s been acting a little funny….but still running ok. I was due for an oil change and intended to go either yesterday or the day before. As you know, I’ve been feeling a little under the weather and didn’t get the chance to go. What was great was my dear husband didn’t make me feel worse by making a big deal about picking me up or going to the store OR that I didn’t get the work done. (But I really didn’t think it was THAT bad). Instead, he (several times) said, dude, calm down and offered a fist bump. To say my husband has grown in the past few years is an understatement.

After the store, on the last hill of the drive home, we struggled. Started to slide in the snow. Thankfully, we were in the truck and it’s great in the snow…but it still struggled.

It hit me that if I had been driving my car around in this, I wouldn’t have gotten up the hill. I would have been going the other direction on our home road….and it’s worse on the other route. If it was just me, I would have driven to several stores looking for the hair dye. The snow would have been worse. I could have gotten in a very serious accident and done even more damage to the car. As I realized this I was just overwhelmed by God’s grace in all situations. Sometimes what looks like a bad situation is actually the best thing that could have happened to you.

“Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18

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Let’s also remember when something really cool happened, car wise!