Revelations: God is so good
June 22, 2013 at 1:22 a.m.
I have never considered my car a luxury vehicle.
It’s a chick car, an aged little two-seater convertible. It’s a gas sipper, and it’s paid off.
I’m fully aware of its non-luxury status.
But a few days ago, I was proud to be the owner of my little Preyss mobile.
Driving home after work the other night, I drove up on a row of stalled cars on North Navarro Street.
The construction near the 6000 block of the road slowed traffic, and I found myself stuck for several long moments.
It was long enough for me to glance to my left and notice a young woman holding an infant walking south on the sidewalk.
I noticed the shirt she was wearing. She was employed at a restaurant north of Zac Lentz Parkway.
I’ve carried my nephews around enough times to know walking a few blocks with a 30-pound baby on your hip is tiring.
The sun was setting, it was approaching utter darkness. From my car, I hoped she didn’t have far to walk.
Even Victoria can be unsafe after dark.
I drove all the way home and parked in my space.
But for some reason I couldn’t turn off the engine.
“What are you doing? Go pick her up. She needs a ride.”
I tried desperately to ignore my own guilt.
I was tired. I was home. I was within walking distance to my couch and the Season 1 finale of the “The Sopranos.”
But I turned around and drove back down Navarro Street to go look for her.
I somehow knew she would accept the ride without question. I started moving the items on my front seat and put them in the convertible cubby space behind the seats.
By the time I spotted her, it was officially dark.
I pulled in front of her about a block and let down my passenger window.
“Do you want a ride?” I shouted.
“Yes,” she said, and opened the door and climbed inside with the baby.
We made small talk on the way to her home.
She was staying in a women’s shelter and she would be getting a car soon.
She told me “God was so good” for taking care of her as much as he was.
About 20 minutes later, I dropped her and off, said goodnight to her and the baby, and told her to call me if she ever needed another ride.
As I drove home the second time, this time sailing down Navarro Street without traffic, I stared at the sidewalk where I first spotted the woman.
Her words, “God is so good” rang through my mind.
Here she was, a young and new mother, working a minimum-wage paying job, without money to buy a car, prepared to walk 10 miles after work if needed to get her baby home safely.
I’m sure she would be thrilled to own a car like mine or any car if it meant she didn’t have to walk everywhere or rely on public transportation.
I thought about all the times I wished I had more money to buy a newer car.
And then I wished I had more money to buy her one.
When I arrived home, I told a friend about the woman and her baby.
I said I realized for the first time owning a car at all is a luxury.
God doesn’t promise motorized transportation. He promises that he will provide for us, meet our basic needs and prosper us.
And that definition changes from one culture to the next.
But here in the United States, it’s easy to take all my little blessings for granted, even something as simple as private transportation.
So what if it’s not the nicest car on the road? I’m not walking home tonight.
And it’s because God is so good.
Jennifer Preyss is a reporter for the Victoria Advocate. You can reach her at 361-580-6535 or
email@example.com or @jenniferpreyss on Twitter.