It's supposed to remain hot and it's driving me crazy. Sure, I have air-conditioning, but every time I use it, my car dies at idle, and my horsepower drops to a level that most ten-year-olds experience with their little battery-powered barbie-cars. And it rattles; God, it rattles. And the door broke.
But one day, hopefully soon, I'll replace it with something reliable.
My only hope is that I'll find a car that is decently good-looking, fun to drive and won't break.
Wouldn't that be awesome?
For now, I'm relaxed. I get antsy when I have to drive my car, but when I get home, put on my headphones, and listen to something, anything, I can disappear into my little "space" where nothing can bother me. Nothing can penetrate. It's my own Iron Eagle.
Nothing comes into my space without permission, and I gladly allow God in, because of how much awesomer he makes the place. It's like a club-house, with the coolest guy ever chilling out with you.
Every time I'm truly happy, every time I truly relax, I know it's God loving me. That's why I am the way I am.
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