I am a Taurus Who Drives a Taurus
Tomorrow morning I am flying to Cleveland, OH to pick up my new ride for 2010:
A
Ford
Taurus.
That’s right, a beautiful silver 1996 Ford Taurus.
Like this one.
I am writing this in part to purge myself of any last speck of vanity or pride associated with material possessions and also because the new theme of this blog in “0h-ten” (as Marisa would say) is full disclosure.
No more editing my story in favor of what is funny, popular or easy.
Because my story is not always all of those. In fact, it is often none of them.
And in this case it took me a long time to see this car as a part of my story, as a blessing.
Yes, a blessing. This Ford Taurus is a blessing. (And not just because I get to say that I am a Taurus who drives a Taurus). Because God provided it for me.
A friend’s family had this car lying around and they basically gave it to us.
It is not shiny.
It is not new.
I haven’t even seen it yet.
But it is a direct and precious answer to prayer. And it is a blessing simply because for the meantime this is how I will get around my new city. This is how I will get to and from work, play, adventure.
And as a poor little writer, it felt disobedient to go above my means and buy a new car when so much of this next year lies uncertain before me like a tattered old bridge swinging precociously in the wind.
So there you have it. These are my hot new wheels.
This is not to say I don’t bite my tongue in protest or fight back jealous tears when others around me buy cute new cars.
But I know that these things rust, fade and matter very little to the big picture. And still I am reminded that even being able to afford this little silver bullet is a luxury that 90% of the world cannot fathom.
So I am humbled. And I am blessed. Despite how I know I will feel when a sparkle-y SUV passes me on the highway or I have to give a friend a ride or tell people what car I’m getting for Nashville. Because at the root of it is vanity. And pride.
And frankly, I could use a year without either of them.
So thank you in advance, Ford Taurus, for serving as a visible reminder to remember what I should treasure–what I should truly prize and value in life.You little rascal you.
LR
Listening to: Phil Wickham’s voice lull me into submission.
On my mind: Pray for me tomorrow as I drive the 5 hours back to Chicago! Such a reminder of God’s faithfulness in the details!
7 Comments to “I am a Taurus Who Drives a Taurus”
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love the shout-out
and love the spirit of this post – God IS a provider, and though it may not be the way we picture, it is always abundantly more than we could ever ask or imagine.
LOVE U AND CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO GET HERE!!!!
Tauruses (Taurii?) are very reliable! My brother and buddy both drive em.
Take pride in the ride!
Hi, Can i take a one small photo from your blog?
Nicolas
which one?
Welcome to the Taurus family. There’s no shame here.
Keep posting stuff like this i really like it
Very interesting post. Keep us posting dude !!