Sometimes it’s good to look back and see where we started. Rusty came to me as a 2-ton truck with a 16’ flat bed. It took 4 years to figure out what to do with him. I had to source a pickup frame, (1955) a door molding (a gift from a friend on Facebook), a steering column(1958), adapt the master cylinder, find a bed or box (1964?), then find the head panel (1954)once I found the box on a utility trailer, but I had to replace the wood and while I was at it I replaced the metal strips with stainless steel (shiny!). The most challenging part of the conversion was having a 2 piece driveline built to adapt the 2-ton 5 speed transmission to a car sized differential(a mid 60s GM positrac)
Rusty now runs and drives, starts and stops. He rattles and bangs and squeaks but he is now a useable vehicle.
There is not another exactly like him anywhere on the planet. He suits me. We both wear some scars gained through rough service.
There’s a verse in Romans that kind of sums up my life, 8:28.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
Rom 8:28NIV
I had really hard stuff that I have had to live through and then after getting healed up, live with the scars too. Not all the scars are visible. God uses even these hard times, painful times, and works them, weaves them into something good for me in my lifetime.
He can do it for your painful times too. It can start with a simple prayer.



