Learning to Feel the Car.

I am sorry that it has been months since I blogged last. Today I am here to tell you about the trials and tears of learning how to drive a manual car. Just to let everyone know everywhere else in the world, the people drive manual cars. In fact, it is more expensive to buy an automatic car or it not even available. So begins my story: since I am a short term missionary I would never think they would trust me with driving a car so I was not worried about learning how to drive manual in the states. That was my first big mistake. I found out towards the end of my training in November that I would need to know how because my supervisor has a car and they were leaving 3 months into my term for a month. So I tried it but didn't really get it in the states but I thought I would find a way out of it. So I get to Hungary and I still thought that I would find a way out of driving because I have to walk everywhere anyway so why not during the they month leave too. Well it turns out that I would have to take them to the airport and pick them up. So now I would have to learn how to drive a manual. So about 2 and half weeks before they left I began learning and practicing driving. Not only did I have to learn how to drive a new, that happens to be a manual, and in a totally different country with different signs and rules and people and bikes everywhere. So I begin driving with my supervisor and he is great and very patient with me. I unfortunately not patient with myself and do not understand how I could be doing the same thing and the car would still die. We practiced in parking lots and on the road and it was terrible. What made things worse is everyone had an opinion. My favorite opinion was that "I needed to learn to feel the car". What does that even mean? Honestly I am not sure if I know what it means know. How am I suppose to feel the car? I think this is so dumb. I think the car should learn to feel me. I say go and it goes. Starting in first gear, the car would die on me every time. I was so angry and anxious about this. I knew that there was no way to get out of this. This was the first time I ever wanted Hungary to be like a America. Honestly I was ready to go home. I was done with this stupid car and if I could not get it I was going home! Through this whole experience the Lord showed me some lies that I believe and some strongholds in my life. Like truly trusting in the Lord. The Lord knew I was going to go through this, so he had equipped me to complete it. Also I was stressing out over a car! You would think that there would be better things to stress out about then a car. This was just a car. By the time my supervisor left I could drive the car and get around the city with no problem. All I can say it is because of the Lord. I can't explain how to do it or why it is working but it is and I thank the Lord for it. I know the equip me even for the little stuff and I should trust Him with everything.