Who would ever imagine writing a testimony associated with 'letting go'? Last night I had a letting go experience that re-awakened my appreciation and thankfulness to God and for my Mother.
I got my first car right after graduating from High School. My first job after High School was working at Wal Mart and one evening I was working the closing shift which ended around 10:30/11. I would take the bus to work, the bus stop was a very looooong walk from my home at the time, and uphill climb too. My sweet mom would pick me up in the evenings/night when my shift was over.
One night I was getting off the late shift and usually my Mother would be there waiting by the time I'm ready to leave, this night she was not. Just about all my co-workers leaving asked, do you need a ride? I replied no, my mother is coming for me. As time passed and I didn't see her, I wasn't sure what happened but I just knew she was coming for me. Well after waiting a very long time and with just about everyone gone, I realized something must be wrong and I started walking home. I would stop along the way and use a pay phone (1998) and call home several times....no answer. So I kept walking and praying that I would not be harmed. After walking a very looong distance I saw a car make a BIG round about in the road and stopped! It was my mother trying to hold her composure and fright/panic attack. She related that she overslept and didn't hear any of my phone calls. She said she woke up and looked at the time and was almost paralyzed when she remembered that she needed to pick me up and her mind started being flooded of what could/may/might have happened to me.
After that incident my Mom bought me car (used) out of necessity as I was also about to begin going to
The testimony of this post happens a couple years later. I was 21 years old and came home one random day and saw a brand new Toyota Solara, (2 door, V6, silver, sunroof, power seats and all the works) parked in front of our home. I said to my mom, someone parked a nice car in front of our house. My mother laughed and said, that is your car! I was confused because the car I had was perfectly fine, no problems and I didn't understand, my car! really? why?!
Do you know that my Mother bought me a brand new car just to express how proud she was of me? and how much she loves me?
I was OVERWHELMED. I resented the car initially. I didn't jump up or squeal for joy because I felt like this was just too much for me. I felt like I hadn't done anything "special" to deserve this. I felt like this should be for someone else not me, I'm not a show off, flashy type of person, just easy going and content, don't like to be the center of attention or anything like that.
Well my friends, my mother had to coax me and tell me I'm worth it and so much more and that I deserve it etc, etc. I was afraid to go in the car and to drive it. She had to demand that I drive the car and little by little I came to accept.
The letting go part happened last night. We sold the car and I cried so much just remembering the sentimental story behind this faithful and favored ride that God through my Mother blessed me with.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 reminds us "To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven."
The season came last night to say goodbye to this special car that holds with it this precious story and history. But I'm learning that in letting go God can and will replace in a more abundant way for this present season of my life.