"God, please help me to know...

...that I'm making the right decision."

Car buying is stressful. Not holy-cow-start-crying stressful--at least for most people. For me, though, it was. Two days of grueling heat (100+ degrees), smoke from the neighboring county's forest fire, and being outside all day for two days straight finally got the best of me. I thought I had found the car that I wanted, but wasn't sure that trading in the Trooper was the best thing to do. So I prayed. Just a simple one liner, but I needed reassurance.

So last night around 6:30, Nathan and I drove to the Nissan dealership to buy my car. I started crying on the way there (because I am a loser) and Nathan told me to take a few minutes to calm down before we went in. I pulled up to the dealership and was sitting in the car when the phone rang. I handed it to Nathan and made him answer it, because I figured it was a salesman and I was not in the mood to talk to any more salesman. Nathan answered and it was a guy from the dealership that I liked better, but didn't have what I was looking for. They had found the car I wanted--on their lot. It was a Nissan at a Chevy dealership--a super low-mile trade. Nathan and I backed out of the Nissan dealership, where we had been going to sign paperwork, and drove over to see the car. It had the two things that were still making me uneasy about buying the one that I had been planning to buy. It was perfect.

The second I sat in the driver's seat, I knew that I had found the car that I wanted, and knew that giving up the Trooper was the right thing to do. God works in simple ways. Phone call finding the perfect car (which gave me peace about giving up the Trooper) minutes before signing papers somewhere else... coincidence? I think not.