A few weeks ago we came out of church to find our car had been hit.


The person who hit us did leave a note. I am so grateful for their honesty. I didn't realize how very attached I am to my car until I saw it broken. I was upset. We went through all the rigmarole with insurence, body shops and rental cars ( yes I drove a rental car) and my little blue car is fixed again.

The bumper is the right color
As far as fender benders go it really was not that big of a deal but it did make me realize how much I love my little car. My friend. I never thought I was materialistic but I love my little blue car. Yes she has seen better days. The years have aged her. She could use a little paint job. But she gets me were I need to be with no hassle and no fuss. She never talks back and she is always there when I need her. As long as I treat her right she will be there for me. My car reminds me of my friends, not that they need a paint job. They are beautiful . But it is not their outside I love. It is their caring and what they teach me about love. I also love them for their ability to do what needs to be done. They are not afraid of a little hard work. Even it fades their paint or stretches their bumper. I am never afraid of being lazy with so many wonderful examples of service all around. Aslong as I treat them right they will be here for me as examples of loving service.
It is strange to think I learned all of this from my car.