Am I really complaining?

I have come to the recent realization of how selfish my week has been. Not entirely selfish, but there have been some pretty selfish reactions to things. First off, my car is messing up. It just started off not starting, but it has gone downhill and now has a mind of its own. How you ask? Well, she now decides whether or not to stay turned on...while I am driving. Going 35 down 75th and Mission? Nah, I think I'll take a pit stop. Right in the middle of the road. Heading home from an awesome day at Worlds of Fun with Adam and Fallon in the car. Going 65 down the highway. Nope, this car needs a break, so she decides to shut off..Again. So, I took it to my uncle who decided we needed a new distributor, $200. A small price to pay if it fixes my car and gets me back on the road, I think. But no, it can't be that simple now can it? In fact, the car decided to stop twice in one day..within hours of each other. Awesome. And the last time it happened..yesterday, I couldn't get it to start back up again. I sat in my car, bawling my eyes out, filled with frustration. Just waiting to get picked up by my parents. It is frustrating, I understand that. God understands that. But I was putting my wants and needs above trusting God. He understands that I want to take a Louisville Slugger to both headlights (Carrie Underwood reference), but He wants me to fully rely on Him. Even for the little things. I have my health, my family, and my friends, and I am freaking out about a stupid vehicle? It's silly. God doesn't expect me to be happy about it, I understand that, but if I can't put my reliance on Him for the little things, what makes me think I will be able to for the big stuff? God is more powerful than a car, and more powerful than the emotions that can come from this teenage girl. He can handle me at my weakest and most vulnerable state, and I need to come to Him with everything. Even car troubles. Even the silly little things that don't really matter too much. Who am I to say I am a follower of Christ, but turn around and ignore Him through my petty problems? Not a good one, I dare say. But God loves me, even when I forget to bring the small stuff to His feet. He knows that I am an emotional wreak of a girl sometimes, and He's okay with that. I couldn't ask for a better God to love. He knows me through and through and somehow, He loves me anyway.