Car Show

Moving here has been a huge blessing for our son.

Some things are still difficult, but overall he’s a much happier young man.

(I asked him recently, “Do you still like living here?” He quickly responded, “Oh yes!”)

Making new friends and meeting new people can be challenging for him, but he’s learning.

Several of the adults at our church make a point to speak with Jase, but one older gentleman is a particular favorite.

He sits and listens to Jase and they talk about their individual interests.

When word reached us that the older man’s son had a major health issue, Jase spoke to him, told him he was praying for his son and checked back several times to make sure the older man was doing alright.

Recently, the older gentleman told Jase of a car show.

Jase really wanted to attend and my husband was making plans to take him.

Then the Lord reminded Handsome of a funeral for a coworker and it was the same time as the show.

He wouldn’t be able to take Jase.

Jase took it well, but was obviously disappointed.

So, Handsome called the older gentleman and asked if he’d left for the show yet.

“No, not yet, I’ll be leaving in about an hour. Am I going to see you there?”

My husband related the fact that he would miss it and asked if he would mind taking Jase.

“Well, sure! It’ll be nice to have someone to go with.”

They made a day of it.

They went to the Car Show, ate lunch at a restaurant, and then returned home.

Jase had several pictures on his phone, plus a bunch to tell me about it all.

Later, as I watched him mowing the lawn, I smiled.

God provided an older man to do something with Jase my father would have really enjoyed.

I’ve told our son about how my dad could see an old car and tell me the make, model, and year it was built.

Jase knows a great deal about my father, he loves hearing about Grandpa driving in the time trials or looking at the old black and white pictures Grandpa took or hearing the story of Grandpa driving the tank up on a transport when no one else could do it.

He even likes to hear stories about Grandpa’s favorite Nascar driver, Richard Petty.

I’m so thankful to God for His blessing our son with an older gentleman who cares about the things important to Jase.

He supplied something I didn’t even know was lacking.

Truly, God loves and cares for us far more than we understand or can possibly fathom.

1 John 4:15-19 NKJV — Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God. And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him. Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness in the day of judgment; because as He is, so are we in this world. There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love. We love Him because He first loved us.

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank You for Your love. Thank You for blessing our son with this trip to the Car Show. Lord, thank You for this older gentleman who has been such a blessing to our family. Please let us bless him in return. Lord, thank You that You alone are in control of all things. Thank You that You walk with us in truth and righteousness. Lord, there is always a danger in relationships, to open our hearts to others means we are vulnerable to being hurt, whether through sin or simply sorrow; for no human relationship is without the sorrow of loss. Yet, Your Word tells us we should love as You do, not counting the cost, not trying to protect ourselves from future pain, but loving unconditionally with understanding, forgiveness, and wisdom. Lord, please help us to walk in Your ways and to love as You do. Amen.

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