This is something that has been bothering me since August when I moved here. When I arrived, I wanted to get all my ducks in a row as quickly as possible. As this is not normal for me, I took advantage of it and went to the DMV to get everything changed over to my new address and my new life. When I finally had all the paperwork I needed, I stepped up to the counter, and the clerk asked me:
Maybe I was feeling nostalgic. When I lived in Connecticut or Georgia, I would get excited when I saw a bright green Palmetto tree on someone’s tag because I missed living here. Maybe I thought they were secretly going to charge me extra if I chose the holier license plate. Whatever the reason, I said,
“Smiling Faces, Beautiful Places, please.”
As soon as I walked out of the office with my new license plate in hand, I began to panic about my decision. “Oh, no, what if the people at my church think that I don’t trust in God? They know I just moved here. They know I could have picked ‘In God We Trust,’ but I didn’t. What if they hate me? What if they ask me why I did it? What if I lose my job? It’s too late. I’ve already chosen. Now I have to live with it.”
I don’t know if it was a reaction to my regret or mere laziness, but the plate stayed in my backseat for months before I actually put it on my car.
Needless to say, no one has approached me about this issue. I just wanted to clear the air, and speak to anyone out there that might have been wondering. I do trust in God, even though my license plate doesn’t say so.