I was just out of high school and needed a better car. Since my dad was the expert on mechanical things and negotiating, he agreed to go car shopping with me. We visited a few car lots before I found the car of my wildest dreams, a blue 1970 Mach 1 Mustang, only three years old back then.
Of course it was priced several thousand dollars more than our predetermined spending limit. So, we moved on and looked at several cheaper cars. Unfortunately, nothing looked interesting to me after my heart had been stolen by the Mustang!
Though I hadn’t noticed this trait in my dad before, I realized that he empathized with my disappointment. He suggested we go back and offer them our two thousand dollars in cash for the Mach 1. I was excited; and embarrassed at the same time. My dad wanted to try to help me get the car of my dreams! But, I couldn’t imagine how ridiculous we were going to appear to the salesman.
However, my desires won over my pride and I allowed my dad to make our humble offer. The salesman was both insulted and amused. There was no way he could even consider such an offer for that a car. My dad thanked him for his time and told me to head back to the car so we could continue our shopping.
I was not surprised, but I was heartbroken. As we were preparing to drive off the salesman hurried over to our car. He had decided he should at least take our offer to the sales manager. What followed was a lengthy test of my dad’s resolve versus the negotiating skills of our salesman.
Eventually my dad told me to go back to the car. I assumed we would drive off and continue shopping. Instead, dad suggested we pray about what to do. So right there in dad’s car, we prayed; out loud, asking God for wisdom.
I have to admit I was a bit embarrassed to pray while the salesman watched us. After all, I didn’t know if God even cared about the process of buying cars, especially for a kid like me. But my dad didn’t care about what people thought, he was only concerned about doing the right thing in God’s eyes.
When we finished praying, dad suggested we make our original offer one more time. If the Lord wanted me to have this car, they would accept our offer. If they didn’t, the Lord would have a better car for me somewhere else. I was skeptical, but we had prayed and dad was confident.
Shortly thereafter, I drove that very same Mustang out of the car lot with our salesman shaking his head in amazement. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that God had done a miracle, just for me!
That miracle was just the first of many that I can still remember to this day! Miracles that have convinced me that God cares about me, and the ordinary issues that concern me. Since then I have learned much more about my gracious Heavenly Father. He cares about you!