I Want that Car

I’m sitting in Starbucks with Holly and see a lovely 1965 Mustang Fastback parked outside (white with blue stripes). It’s in one of the “look at me” parking spaces in front of the store. I cannot take my eyes off it. WHO drove up in that car and why did I just now see it?

So I watch, and a lady comes out, putting her coffee cup on the roof of the car as she unlocks the door. Suppressing a scream, I watch and wonder how much the paint job cost. She locks the coffee in the car and leaves.

I am telling Holly about my first Matchbox car (White 65 Mustang Fastback) and my neighbor who had one when I was 4 years old. The lady returns to her car with a Panera bag, which gets placed, again, on the roof. Then the woman s-l-i-d-e-s the bag off the roof, gets in, and drives off.

I really want this car. And I don’t think this lady deserves the car. I am a Christian. God has provided me with a good car. I am coveting someone else’s car and justifying that she doesn’t need it. Forgive me God! I assume He does.

As I drive home in my dusty Prizm, I am reminded that the lady paid a lot for the car and gets to reap the benefits (and curses) for her choice.

This little story reminds me I haven’t “made it” yet. There isn’t complete resolution here; it is a struggle sometimes to focus on what is right and true. What I need and what I just want. I have really been blessed by God; probably should report on that!