I learned something this week. It’s something that I already knew, I think, but the lesson was learned all over again. I really don’t like that. One would think that teaching me the lesson once would be sufficient. But there are some lessons that need to be taught a few times before they stick.
Like this one…
My Car For The Past Six Years
You may already know that I have a fairly large family. My wife and I have six kids, ranging in ages from a fifteen-year-old to a one-year-old. With that many people, we seem to run like crazy most of the time; one of the kids will have practice, while another has something going on at church, while yet another one needs to be at Bible Bowl by 4:00. It gets pretty hectic.
And, as a result, our vehicles see a lot of use, and a lot of wear and tear. We have two vehicles, nether of which can seat our entire family, so in order to go anywhere, we usually take both vehicles. My wife drives our minivan, since it seats the most, and she usually has most of the kids with her. My car for the past few years has been a Buick Rendezvous, and it has been a pretty good car for us.
I fully expected that our van would be the first vehicle that needed replaced in the near future. It’s pretty worn, we’ve added a lot of miles to it, and it needs a few things done to it right now.
But over the weekend, my Rendezvous started making a noise. Monday morning, after having it looked at, the diagnosis was that my engine was shot, not worth repairing, and that it would take a few thousand dollars to replace the drive train, making this vehicle a stable resource for our family again. Otherwise, it was worth whatever I could get out of it as salvage. That amounts to less than four hundred bucks.
The stability of our possessions is a transitory, fleeting, deceit.