My old car…

When we were cleaning up Grandma’s basement for the auction, the box of cassettes was voted into the dumpster because apparently, cassettes are archaic or something.

Well, I bought my grandma’s car last year, and it has a cassette player! So I maybe, sorta, kinda snuck the cassettes out of the dumpster…🫣

On the way to and from work, I’ve been listening to these cassettes, and while a lot of them are just grandpa’s old favorites, like Johnny Horton, or Johnny Cash, there have been a few super special ones. Like this one. 

It’s a recording of my great-grandmother Ortmann’s memorial service. 

I never met her, but it was incredible hearing about her godly legacy, and how much she prayed for her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and me. Even though she died a few months before I was born, her greatest prayer was that I would know God. 

Then, I cried a little when I heard my grandpa’s voice reading a poem. 

I miss Grandpa a lot, especially at Christmas time, but I know he’s in heaven now, telling his mom all about the grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren who know God.

I’m so thankful for the godly legacy I was given from Grandma Tina, and I hope someday, future generations will know God because of my faithfulness.

So, if you see me driving and think my car is old and ugly, I wouldn’t trade it for any of your Bluetooth vehicles for anything.