I sold my beloved South Pacific Blue 2012 Toyota Sienna, and I cried. The whole experience was way more emotionally difficult than I thought it would be! This is how it went down: I had listed the car on Craigslist, and mentioned in the ad that I wasn’t actually able to sell it until the Friday before we leave. Several people called and wanted to see it, and I had several very low offers via email, but one family called me and made an appointment to see it. Earlier that week, I brought the car to CarMax for an appraisal, and I had another person offer me $2k more than CarMax did without seeing it.
The day this family came, I was doing a million other things that I can’t even remember now, but I was a little stressed already. Ryan went and showed the van to them, took them for a test drive, and then they came back to the house to talk price. I wasn’t ready to talk price. Honestly, just the day before I was scheming ways to keep the van somehow and use it when we get back! And then on top of that, they wanted to buy the car that day and have me get a rental car until we leave. I was out of my comfort zone, under pressure to make a high-dollar decision very quickly, and faced with giving up a vehicle I worked really hard to find two weeks earlier than I had planned. But here they were, with cash in hand! (A bird in the hand is better than two in the bush.) So we made a deal. They paid $500 more than my other offer (which was $1500 less than my asking price), plus they paid for a rental van that we can take back to the airport the day we leave. From a financial perspective, I wish they had just paid us that full value for the car and been willing to take it two weeks later! That would have been perfect to me, both from a price perspective and timing perspective. But the value of having the car actually sold, one less thing to do before we leave, and no need to borrow a friend’s car that last weekend was very high.
So Ryan went with them to do the sale and get the rental, and I literally sobbed as they drove away. What is wrong with me?! This is a car. It’s just a mode of transportation, and not one I could take with me to Spain (not easily, at least). But I couldn’t get a hold of myself, so I sat on the sofa and had a good cry. The kids – all 5 of them – sat with me a cried too, even the baby, though she had no idea why she was crying. Ryan says we all cried harder about seeing that car go than we did the day we gave away our dog (and he might be right). Maybe it was because we had time to mentally prep for the dog, but this was very sudden. Maybe it was because I was a little too attached to that van. I loved the color. Every day when I saw it, it brought me a little bit of joy, seeing it sparkle in the sun. It was my favorite color blue – a slightly greenish blue, and it looked different in different lights. I always wanted a car that color, and just last year – less than a year, actually, I finally bought one. I loved the convenience features, I loved having the 8th seat so we could bring a mother-in-law or friend with us, I loved the interior color, too. And I hated selling the van for $3500 less than we paid for it just last May. So I cried! And I learned some important things from the experience.
1. How I choose to respond to an emotionally difficult situation will guide how my kids respond, and instruct them on how to respond in the future. I realized that this is a pretty big deal – the example I set for these sweet kiddos who are learning how to deal with life’s disappointments is really important. My kids cried partly because they loved the van, too, but mostly because they saw me crying. What was I telling them by my tears? What was I teaching them about the right way to respond when sad things happen in life? What was I communicating about what is really important? Thankfully, I have a wonderful friend who is always able to set me back on track when I fall. I called her, and she told me exactly what I needed to hear, and what I knew I needed to do even before I called.
2. It’s important to praise God first, even through our tears. Praise You in this storm. She encouraged me to “do the Psalms thing” and sing or verbalize, out loud, thanksgiving to God for the car and the provision of it’s sale, and also the raw reality of my feelings about it. Just like David did, and like you see many places in the Psalms. So I got out my guitar, and we sang “Lord, I Need You” and “Hosanna” and “God of Wonders”. We gave thanks for the luxury of owning a car at all, and for the beauty of that particular car. We gave thanks that we were able to sell it without a hassle in plenty of time before our move, and that we have a rental van (which is white, by the way) that will meet our needs until we leave. And we told God that we were sad to see it go. I told Him that was sad that I didn’t stick to my bottom-line price in the negotiations, and though it was only $500 less than what I was hoping to get, I was mad at myself for not being more firm on the principle of the thing. We talked about what we would miss, and we talked about how, really, the van is just part of the “stuff” of life – totally replaceable, not something we should be ruled by, and not something to take for granted, but really a grand privilege and gift.
I have been thinking about whether or not that van had become an idol in my life. I certainly didn’t worship it, and caring for it wasn’t any sort of obsession that kept me from focusing on what is really important, so I don’t really think it was. I think I just really enjoyed it, and it’s hard to give up something you really like. Also, selling the van was a big step showing that this move is really happening. It took the reality factor up a notch for us all, and though we are excited about our new adventures, it is bittersweet. We will miss so much from our life here! But we know that Christ will strengthen us as we go.
The day after we sold the van, the message at church was about finding joy and contentment in every circumstance. Pastor Dave shared verses that were exactly what I needed to hear that day. Things like Phillipians 4:4-7:
4 Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
I was tormented by regret the night we sold the van, worried I had made the wrong decision, and I needed some of that peace! Psalm 63 was the perfect reinforcement of my friend’s exhortation to “do the Psalms thing”, and James 1 was a good reminder that we can consider it pure joy to face trials of many kinds, even the kind that comes from the difficulty of letting things go.
And Pastor Tom said something that really made me evaluate what was going on in my heart. He said if you are carrying around a cup of some sort of drink, and someone bumps you, you will be able to see what was in the cup by what spills out. What spills out of your heart when you hit bumps in life? Is it gratitude? graciousness? stinginess? fear? I want my cup to be filled with the things that honor God.
So now it it is a week later, and I am feeling much better about the decision to sell the van early. I am so glad that it is done, because there is so much left to do, I still don’t quite know how I’m going to finish it all before we leave. I guess that means I’ve learned a third lesson, too: difficult things get easier when time gives you new perspective. I know I will need to remember that when we hit tough times in Spain.

