Bye, Bye Bernice, Bernice Matice, That Is

Today we are selling my black Honda. It was sad for me for many reasons. I feel ashamed being attached to something so material and that can't go with me to heaven. I haven't driven it but twice in recent YEARS. It makes NO sense to leave it parked somewhere and pay taxes, tags, inspections, etc. on it. Well that is just logistically. In my heart I'd like to hang on to it forever. It's really not about a car at all. It really goes back to much, much more. It was the car my parents gave me the Christmas of 1998. They gave it so willingly and with just as much excitment as I received it. You see, this car has a sunroof, CD changer, two doors, etc. and would go. I have countless memories of ECU days in this car. Many are of late nights with the girls going to Wal-mart, and yes in our pajamas. Some are of Taco Bell runs. Others are going to and from my job in medical records and having to "tape" the tag on. Some are of my days without air conditioning in my dorm and getting in to cool off once and a while. Some are of taking my "girls" which became friends as an RA from the Freshman lot back to the dorm. But driving it one last time last night I realized something even without any pictures I still have the memories of when I got her and what we "did" together. She has gone with me through dating, engagement, marriage, two children, an apartment, and 3 houses. I also know my husband has driven this car and given up two trucks and a Trailblazer to drive her and keep me home. I still have the knowledge that my parents love and support me in that same way they did Christmas 1998 when they gave me something to enjoy and use to make those special memories with. Driving last night also reminded me of other gifts I have received over the years that I have received with just much thought and care. I should take pride in these just as well as I did the car. Different seasons of my life require different things. I really don't want to ever forget how blessed I am. I really don't want to forget how much I'm loved and supported. I also don't want to forget that these things can't go with me to heaven. But I do thank God for what He's shown me through this. So, today, I say good-bye Bernice and thanks for the memories!