I HATE car stuff. First of all I don't like it because it is smarter than me. I don't get it, but second because I have a car, which requires me to do said car things.
Every time I'm supposed to do a car thing, like check the oil, transmission fluid etc., I don't like it and get a bit nervous, but then actually having a problem and getting that fixed, that's a whole 'nother level.
It's really a bit sad. I have tried to work at learning the important things to care for the car my Father (both my earthly and ultimately my eternal Father) has given me. I check said fluids and tire pressure, eventually I take it to get its oil changed and last winter after the battery dying I tried to learn how to jump my car for when the time comes again. It took about three times, but after that when my battery died on the 4th time I was actually able to jump it!!!
This week one of my roommates battery's died 2x, and miraculously I was able to help jump her car!!! Then later this week when I was driving home from work I thought, "Man, it's been a long day!" And I saw a woman whose car was broken down in the middle of the turn lane and realized it could be a lot worse!!! I hadn't ever thought to do this before, but I pulled over to help her. I got out there and thought, "What kind of help could I possibly offer her??? I don't know car stuff!!!" But I thought at least someone noticing her might be something that encourages her in this situation. When I got out there she was so appreciative, and I didn't do anything. I just stood there with her as she tried to cool off the radiator. Thankfully after a while one person jumped out of their car to help us push the car out of the road, but even after cooling off for a while the car wouldn't turn on. She told me she thought she'd need to get it jumped. I quickly pulled over and we were able to jump her car. She was elated. She hugged and kissed me and thanked me over and over again.
It was so amazing to me that I was able to love this lady through something they I am so incompetent at! I was willing yet incapable to be of much help. But my Father is so much bigger than that and He had a plan to show His love to this lady through me, and at the end we were praising Jesus together.
Just like my jumper cables in my car, they aren't powerful on their own and can't start a car, but they are the means used to start a car, I am not able to show love on my own and don't have my own love, but I have the special privilege of carrying my Father's love to others. And my Father even uses me in areas I don't feel comfortable in or capable to be able to show His goodness.
