So, the wreckage of the '88 300zx has been in the yard since September- the heartbreaking reminder of the wreck I wrote about in my last post. It has been one of those events that causes an ache in my heart everytime I think about it because of the disappointment of my son.
For a few months, the wreckage heap was ignored. It was an eyesore but my son and husband didn't have the heart to touch it. The plastic wrap and the tape remained in place through all of the October rains and I was glad for the excuse that it was too wet to work on figuring out how to handle the pile of metal.
Gradually, Joseph began to check on the websites he follows to get an idea of what price he could get for the good parts of the car. Now mind you, when I see this car, I see no "good parts", and a mess is about the only way I know how to describe it.
One day as I over heard Joseph talking with his dad about what they could salvage, what was useful, and what people would pay for it, I expressed my doubt about anything really bringing in any money.
"Come here, Mom, let me show you," he said, and turned the computer screen so that I could see the list of items people want from a car of that type. Dashboards, dials, bolts, pieces of automotive things he named that sound like a foreign language to me- all desired by others who were looking for them and had money to spend.
I was amazed, and have remained amazed even as he and my husband have stood true to their word. This week they transported the engine to NC to a customer who was thrilled to have it and so pleased at the state it was in. They have used every little part of that car to bring in money so that now his "new to him" car, a '91 300zx z32, is now not only paid for but he is going to have money to do the changes to it that he wants to make it "his".
2015 was a rough year for us. I started and stopped several posts about the things I was facing and going through, but never finished them because they all sounded like whining, and I felt God was saying to me to lay it at His feet and no one else's. The truth is, however, I don't remember when I have been so glad for 12 PM on December 31st... just to have a milemarker for a new, fresh start, and a chance to say goodbye to some very painful things. It was truly, a wreck of a year, with desctruction in some parts of our lives that left us shaking our heads and wondering what happened. I felt, and my husband felt, that we had been left with wreckage.
Wreckage, now I see, is not a useless heap. It might look bad, it might represent some traumatic event, but it is NOT useless. There are parts in there, to the trained eye, that are valuable, and maybe even precious, and needed and wanted by other people. If you know what you are looking at, and you know what you are looking for, you can see past the bent metal and the ruined tires, to the good parts, the useful parts, the parts that can bring life to something else.
And so, that is exactly what I am letting God do to my wreckage of 2015 as I move into this new year. I might not understand quite yet what He is going to do with it, or how He is going to use it, but my faith in Him and the Words I read say to my heart that He has plans for me, and He sees what I don't and can't. Life is going to come from the things that hurt me, and I can trust Him in that.
Maybe you, too are standing back, and looking at some wreckage...of a marriage, or a friendship, or finances, or dreams... and you are wondering if there is any way to make any sense of the mess. Can I call you over, like my son did to me, and say, "Come here, let me show you...Look at this: a Book called the Bible, full of lives that were wrecks, or looked like wrecks, or would face some sort of wreck- and yet God took great joy in using them for His glory and finding something beautiful to salvage." We may have to wait to see how He is going to work, but in faith we can believe, together, that He will.
I am a wife and homeschooling mom who absolutely loves her job! I love to read good books, enjoy art, and sit on my porch with family, friends and any passersby to talk about them and what a good, good Father we all have!