Two weeks ago I had lunch with a dear friend of mine, Karen Zook. It was Karen who suggested we show the Schumann family some gratitude with our non-profit. Since that fateful afternoon, it’s been kinda crazy around here.
Karen Zook shared that the Schumann’s automobile was on it’s last legs…er…wheels. It was THAT conversation which led us to the extreme makeover that became #OperationGratefulNation.
But there is a funny story that only God could weave into the situation and among so many dozens of crazy things He did last week, I just had to share this:
Port St. Lucie is just far enough away from North Palm Beach that I don’t really know a lot of people in the town. So heading into the project, I really had to heavily rely on the locals and the amazing amount of respect and honor that Port St. Lucie has for the Schumann family. I knew very few business people and absolutely no tradesmen or carpenters or construction workers. And all of my car dealership connections this end of town weren’t really jumping on board.
And yet I had promised myself we would get them a car. And then just to hold myself to it, I told others. Virtually everyone who worked on the project I asked about a car. Did they know anyone, have any connections, have any ideas? I had a few people who jumped on board and began burning up phone lines, cornering neighbors who were in the car business, visiting dealerships…I was so grateful to have my new friends on the car finding task.
But day after day we kinda came up empty. One promising lead was a bit out of my price range. Another few hopeful returned phone calls still left us carless. Saturday (less than a day left before the reveal) rolled around pretty darn quick…and still…no car.
One fine gentleman, who wishes to remain anonymous but gives so generously to veteran’s causes, came to the jobsite and said he had a lead. It was a Nissan Altima and even though it was out of the price range of what I was able to spend, he thought maybe he could work a deal. The Schumann’s oldest son popped his head out of the other room, “Did you say Nissan Altima?” ”
“Yes,” replied the gentleman.
“That’s my mom’s FAVORITE car!” He and his sister were both kinda freaking out because they knew that their mom had always wanted the exact model that was now coming into play. I took it as a signal to just keep walking in faith.
I confirmed the amount I had to put towards the car and my new friend went to work securing the deal
The dealership reduced the price and gave some. A local veteran’s group gave some. I’m pretty sure several other people I am currently unaware of put towards this vehicle and next thing I know, the deal is done.
I was relieved. I was happy that the Schumann’s would have a car they really liked.
But God wasn’t finished yet.
When the car was chosen and on it’s way over, it was then that I discovered that the car is GOLD.
A perfect color for a Gold Star Mother.
A perfect ending to what began the project to begin with!
Perfect proof that we serve a God who loves us infinitely more than we can even dare to imagine and it is His good pleasure to bless His children with good gifts.
A gold car, her favorite model, and so many people who gave willingly. What a blessing to be a part of that. And if you participated in any way with this project, even if it was prayer support– not even financial or with coming to the jobsite…If you participated, you were a part of this little miracle working process that God used to make this Gold Star Mother’s dream a reality.
And for that, I thank you.
*** And by the way, Commuter Cars in Port St. Lucie was incredible to work with. If you have need of any vehicle, contact them!