When I was younger I remember buying my first car. I didn't go to a dealer or craigslist or any sort of used car lot. No, I turned to my brother who at the time, I was sharing an apartment with. I paid him $500 bucks, and in return, I received the title to a 4 door 1975 Plymouth Valiant. It was parked in our apartment complex for a while because my brother wanted to impress girls so he bought an Acura Integra. The car was smurf blue, the paint was faded and missing in some places. The interior was ripped and torn and was held together with safety pins. There was a dent in the back bumper from being hit with a backhoe.
I looked at the car, and I saw both what it was currently and then I saw what it was created as and, could be again. I took it to the mechanic and he told me the reason it wasn't starting was that the distributor had issues. Once I got that fixed I started her up and she would roar. She may not have looked like much but she had a slant 6 engine in it that roared like a lion. I once raced my brother all the way home from his work, against his Acura flying down the freeway maneuvering this tank with precision and admittedly a hair of youthful recklessness. It resulted in a tie as we both reached the driveway about the same time.
Some of my absolute best memories were had with this car.
I had another car/truck/thing that I purchased years later. It was an Izusu Amigo that was missing the back that I purchased from an impound lot. It had this nasty carpet that was in the back that someone had laid in there, and zip tied it to the seat backs. I pulled all that out of there and kinda converted the thing into a small truck with the help of my old roommate. I bought some roll bars and some high beams, because when I saw the car/truck/thing I didn't see what it was, I saw what I could make it into. It ran well and I had so much fun with my friend Matt as we gave a seriously custom paintjob for about $3.95, in our best attempt at cammo.
I ended up selling the Amigo and getting the 1965 ford galaxy 500. This thing was a glutton. I was spending $78.00 to fill up the gas tank, and this was years ago when gas was cheaper.
Earlier I was talking to a man about a pickup truck that has a LOT of miles on it and it has a dent in the back passengers side, and one of the two gas tanks has a burned out fuel pump.... but this truck is for sale.
I told him I am interested. He got in and he started the engine up and it roared a mighty roar. He looked at me kind of confused at my interest and he told me that it was a piece of crap. I told him, that it has its flaws but it has character. The scratches tell stories, and though it may have some issues to work out, it has much value.
... and I said all of that to get to the heart of the this post.
Some of us people, need our carburetors cleaned, and others may need their engines overhauled...
... and though most of us have had accidents that have totaled us...
Or have been blindsided by circumstances in life that were beyond our control...
... though some of us may be missing parts....
In the eyes of our Creator, we are never without value, purpose or worth. We are never so far beyond His restoration.
HE is the only one with the parts to do it. HE is the only one with owners manual.
‘For I will restore you to health
And I will heal you of your wounds,’ declares the Lord,
‘Because they have called you an outcast, saying:
“It is Zion; no one cares for her.”’
Instead of your shame you will have a double portion,
And instead of humiliation they will shout for joy over their portion.
Therefore they will possess a double portion in their land,
Everlasting joy will be theirs.
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Restore to me the joy of Your salvation
And sustain me with a willing spirit.
Repent therefore, and turn again, that your sins may be blotted out, that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord, and that he may send the Christ appointed for you, Jesus, whom heaven must receive until the time for restoring all the things about which God spoke by the mouth of his holy prophets long ago.
Your value and worth as a person is not dined by someone who has used you when you are shinny and new only to toss you aside for a newer model. Your worth isn't stated in a social consensus. The only person that can tell you/ show you your worth is God. Less kelly blue book and more Lambs book. The only fulfillment to be found is with the mechanic Christ.
Smurfette kinda looked like this:
This was the Isuzu.
The Ford Galaxy 500