I'm Feeling Nostalgic ...

When I was 16 years old, my parents bought me my first car.  We bought it through a dealership so we didn't have to go to the DMV to register it - the dealership took care of all of that so all we had to do was pick it up, fully registered with the plates already on it.

I had a basketball game the day the car was ready, so my parents went to pick it up while I was warming up with my team.  They got there just in time for tipoff - it was definitely hard to focus on the game knowing that my very first car was sitting outside.

When the game was over, my parents came up to me with VERY mischievous grins on their faces.  I asked what was going on and they said, "Wait until you see your license plate."

Curious?

So - here you go.  A completely random DMV-issued set of license plates with the acronym for Reverend on them.  When I got to seminary I was mocked mercilessly for the plates, but I swear to you - it was a coincidence.

Or perhaps it was God's way of saying:

Heyyyy Sarah, it's me, God.

I know you want to study business in college so you can work a lot and make a lot of money.  That's all well and good.  But just so you know - you are going to go on a trip to Honduras and I am going to do some awesome work through you while you are there.  You're going to come back from that trip and realize that when you think about your future you can really only see yourself ministering to my children.  So - here it is.  A visual reminder that I'm calling you into my ministry.

Giving you Grace,

God

Wondering why I'm telling you this story?

Wondering even more why my license plates are sitting strewn on my kitchen counter and NOT on my car?

Because today I took one step closer to becoming an adult ...

My mom wrote the title to my car over to me.  I officially "own" my car - I even have my own insurance!! (It's not the same car from 8 years ago, I actually got a new car before moving to Georgia - but in Connecticut you can keep the same plates, they just transfer everything) The Yaris is officially registered in Georgia. (SHARE THE ROAD!! - that was Bruce's request, ha!!)

It's weird to not have a Connecticut license plate anymore.  It's like officially admitting I am a Georgia resident.  It's even weirder not to have that little subliminal message - REV - every time I get in my car.  Especially now - I'm journeying closer and closer towards ordination - now is when I feel I need the visual signs the most.

So for now I'm just trying to take deep breaths and enjoy this part of the journey.  As terrifying as it is at times - I'm really looking forward to what this year is going to bring!!

Here are the two gas-powered ways we get around the city.  The Toyota Yaris gets 37/40 miles per gallon and the QLink Star gets around 75!!

(The other ways we get around are by bicycle - Bruce - and by foot - me.  One of the best parts about living IN the city and not the suburbs is that we have options about how to get around!!)

(except when it rains, of course)

On a final note - I needed some pampering last weekend and seeing Patrick at the salon was just the ticket!!

Do you like my haircut? :)

Have a GREAT weekend everybody!!