A Third and a half dog

Ginger comes to visit a few times a week. She’s our third and a half dog.

She’s a delightful old gal. I actually don’t know how old she is – I suspect she’s “older” – maybe 7 – but since she’s not ours, I’m not really sure. She belongs to Angie down the street. A couple of times a week, she gets loose and comes to visit Lucy, our dog, and Kayti, our daughter. She adores them both. Not too fond of Daisy, our little dog (and Daisy despises her!)

Ginger will just come trotting up onto the deck like she owns the place – has right from the beginning. It’s hilarious! Will sit and wait to be let in, even! Once in a while she’ll bring her “brother” Buck – he’s not such a nice dog – a very boisterous BIG boy. We keep him outside when they visit. But Gingie comes in, plays with Lucy for an hour or two, then we bring her home. Our “third and a half” dog.

Who knew that dogs could have play dates? :::grins:::

Follow up to How Dare She!

I’m going to have to come back and fix up the formatting later and replace the bbcode with html. I copied and pasted from EW and I’m in a hurry.

So here’s how God’s worked it all out (and there’s no doubt [b]what-so-ever [/b]that it’s His hand in all of this: [color=red]And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. [/color](Romans 8:28); [color=blue]Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.[/color] (Eph 3:20, 21)
Geico (yes, the lizard people) rented me a wheelchair van “for as long as I needed it”… which has been wonderful. I was really only inconvenienced for about 16 hours, and since I hadn’t needed to go anywhere the morning after the accident it wasn’t a big inconvenience at all. The van is a spectacular bells whistles stove-kitchensink-and-dishwasher-in-the-rear (well not quite, but it’s fancy) almost-a-limosine sort of thing. The seats come out so I could drive in the wheelchair, they swivel around, all sorts of fancy bells and whistlies. It’s also got some really nice things that are “nice” and I could “need” – like radio controls in the steering wheel and adjustable gas pedals and seat height and all. I was shocked that they’d rent me something so fancy. In fact I was so impressed that as soon as I got it, I went right over to inquire about buying it.
Talk about [color=violet]sticker shock[/color]. :pulse: It’s only $40K. Gulp. Talked about some used ones… still ranging between $16 for oldies to $35 for nearly-news.
Ken and I did some praying at that point. First of all – we both strongly believe that God is going to heal me at some point – and that point may be soon. We not only have this sense ourselves, but a couple of trustworthy folks have said that God’s been talking to them about it, too. So – given that I have enough mobility not to need the “dishwasher in the back” – hmmmm. Why pay $40K for one? Were there other options? There’s also the matter that although we MIGHT be able to make the payments on a 40K vehicle, we’d be eating nothing but beans and we might not be able to put the gas in to drive it. 😆 Also, would God want us to go [u]that far [/u]into debt, having just gone into debt to purchase a house? That’s a lot of money. What if something happened to one of us? Lots to consider, there.
So we started poking a sharp stick and a measuring tape at other options. Ken discovered that many of those mini-vans will nicely accommodate a wheelchair without conversion – just pop out the back seat, and it will drive up a set of ramps. Of course I can’t drive up in it, is all.
So we have spent the last few days looking and looking, and found five different vehicles – ranging from a beater we could pay off with cash-on-hand from the insurance settlement to a brand-new “regular minivan”. Ken was rather sold on that idea due to warranty and roadside assistance – but the salesman just wasn’t a nice guy. Very weird. But maybe that was a God thing too. We had prayed through the whole affair using a visual that we were going to take all of the vehicles presented as so many juggling balls, toss them up in the air, God could catch the bad ones and toss the good one back down for us… that He would remove every single thing that wasn’t for us… period. And you know what? [u]He did. [/u] The other four moved right out of our way, one thing or another to eliminate them. We also prayed that the exact $ amount that we needed would be available for financing, however it worked for the van He was giving us – and it did. We have also prayed that He’s going to give us the $ over the next bit to pay it off, and I have no doubt He will!
So……….. it’s a 99 Ford Windstar. Haven’t decided yet if it’s sage green, gold, or kind of charcoal. It’s almost a meld of all three. Lovely color. If I can get the digicam to work (Bobby busted it last month) I will take a pic later on. We bought a set of very lightweight aluminum ramps that I can slide in and out myself, and the chair drives up and down them real nice! 😀
Praise God!!

I wanted to say, “HOW DARE SHE?”!!!!!!!!!!!

I parked my Suburban in the handicap parking spot in front of Wal-Mart, unloaded the wheelchair from its LARGE BRIGHT YELLOW lift on the back, and went inside. After about an hour (you know how time passes in that place), I heard a page:

Would the owner of a blue GMC suburban parked in the handicap spot right out front, please come to the front immediately!

My heart sank. I knew I was parked fine, that I’d put the handicap tag in the mirror, all of that — and so that the page meant that something was wrong.

So I wheeled on up to Customer Service, and two hopping ladies told me that someone had just run OVER my wheelchair lift, parked her car, and grabbed a shopping cart and went on. I asked them to call the police and went on out and parked myself right behind her car.

The wheelchair lift was sitting at a 45 degree angle to the car, both sideways and up in the air. :::scowls::: The entire underside of HER car was colored bright yellow.

After a good long while (because it was a non-emergency – understandable) the cops showed up. Still no lady. They went in and began to page her. After a good long while, she came out, child in tow.

“Ohhhhhh. Is there some sort of problem?” :::innocent, concerned look:::

“Yes ma’am, is this your vehicle?”


“Did you hit this other vehicle, here?”

“Oh, yeah, when I was backing up, here, yes sir, I heard it hit, uh-huh, but when I got up in the parking spot I looked at my car and there was no damage on it, and I asked that other lady and she said I didn’t hit it, and so I went on with my shopping. I knew I hit the yellow thing, is all.”

(at that point I squeaked and the officer glared at me)

“You heard it hit?”

“Yes, but there was no damage to my vehicle.”

At that point I could no longer contain myself, and said something to the effect of, “And you didn’t think it was important to come in, find the owner of the car, and make a report? Did it not occur to you that the yellow thing might BE IMPORTANT to someone? That yellow thing holds my wheelchair, and now I can’t get home. It’s a custom-made item, and to go buy a new one off the rack could cost up to $3000!”

Then she said something that made my heart momentarily sink sink sink … “You mean that’s how much I gotta pay?” (and she didn’t say it in a despairing tone because she’s poor and couldn’t afford it , she said it in such an arrogant-I-am-costing-her-money tone that I had to wrestle down the urge to slap her, and the cop actually gave her a hard look, too. Why did it make my heart sink? The first thing that crossed my mind was, “This lady must not have any insurance…yamsyamsyamsyams…”

The cops did their thing, interviewed my witness (Thank God for Lillian R. at Wal-Mart!!! Wooo-Hoooo!!! Just called her boss and told him, “Give her a raise!”). Then the cops told me that they couldn’t charge her with hit and run because she’d NOT LEFT THE PROPERTY (!!!!) but they did charge her with some other stuff, and that I should be content with that because it would turn up as her fault. Ken had arrived on the scene at that point, and ended up soothing me down enough to let the police leave without me getting snarly. The lady that hit me fled back into the store (I’m not sure whether it was “fear of Ken” because he’s such a big guy, or if it was that she’d finally acquired some shame over what she’d done, or if she was still mad at me for being there.

I sat in the car for the next 45 minutes and cried my fool head off due to sheer frustration over it all. I’ve lost my legs – literally, there’s not many places I can go without my wheelchair these days. I feel so very violated. That’s not what I expected, in all of my imaginings about “what would happen” in auto accidents. I mean, it’s only a car. But, well, this is my wheelchair lift. It’s more than “the car”. She was so nonchalant about it, so “why should *I* be responsible?”… gah.

I’d managed to maintain my cool fairly well… not sure I was a good witness for Christ through it, and that’s been bugging me. How can you, in a situation like that? There must be a way.

Honestly, I think I’d feel a whole lot different if one of two things had happened.

  1. If it had been a genuine accident. Hey, they happen. Sure, the damage would need to be taken care of, but I don’t think I’d be stuck with this frustration and sense of violation because of her arrogance.
  2. If she had just come and reported that it happened when she did it. Even if she wasn’t paying attention or didn’t see it or whatever. All she had to do was come to customer service and say, “I just hit a car with a yellow thing on the back. Could you page the owner?” Or she even could have left her insurance information on the windshield with her phone # so I could call her later. Why could she not have just been honest about it?

Ken finally got me calmed down enough to drive. We took a bunch of pictures of it, which made me feel better. He sent Bobby and I home, and went to McD’s for dinner. (Unfortunately by that point, he was all thin-lipped and I’m the one that probably should have gone for dinner!!)

And so first thing this morning, my insurance company called. For anyone out there who’s in the market for insurance – Virginia Mutual Insurance in Glen Allen, VA is who we go through… they are truly awesome. Inexpensive and RIGHT on the ball.

I told them what happened and the guy was *shocked* at what happened. He doubted that the lady even had valid insurance, given what she’d said about having to pay for it. But he called up Geico and fortunately, she’s got it.

Geico called me almost immediately thereafter to begin processing the claim. Told me they could get me an appointment to “have my vehicle repaired” at a place in Greensboro on Monday, and provide me with a rental vehicle from there. I said to her… er…. ermmm… um… “You’d best back up a couple of steps. You walk around on your own two feet, don’t you.”

I could hear the gears in her mind working. She hesitantly said, “Yes.”

So I explained that it wasn’t like this lady had smashed in the front end of my car and minorly inconvenienced us and caused some cosmetic damage. Barring injury, of course, I can’t imagine much worse happening. When I told her that the chair weighs 450-500 pounds, the light began to dawn (I’d thought our insurance guy had explained to her that it’s a power chair; either he didn’t or it got lost in translation somewhere along the process). And so I told her that not only would any rental vehicle they got me need to be a wheelchair-equipped van, but that I’d need it before Monday!!

She was SO nice about it! (I’m quite impressed so far by Geico’s response, by the way!)

Immediately she stuck me on hold so that she could make several phone calls. She set it up so that their adjuster could come out to my house to look at the damage, and also they’ve set it up so that I can get a rental wheelchair van from Ilderton’s at absolutely no charge.

Praise God!

The guy who built the lift in the first place says that if it’s this damaged, there’s absolutely no way to fix it – once the structural integrity of metal is violated, it’s impossible to fix: it might even shatter. So Geico’s going to work with me to replace it, I guess. I’m talking with the adjuster guy when he comes out here in a little while about how to get that.


:::blinks tiredly:::

Most people deal with this sort of mess (you know – traffic accidents, insurance claims) before they’re 20 or so. I’m blessed to have gray hair and just be sorting this thing out now 🙂

God’s going to get me what I need. I know that. And I know that He’s going to work it out for my good.

What I need right now is to be able to forgive this lady. Maybe it’s a lesson in how to forgive someone like this. Made even harder because she’s a total stranger, and I’m not likely to ever even see her again.


Well, there is good news. The car-rental agency just called, and they’re bringing the van right now. So away I go!

Fret not… a study in Psalm 37

I normally don’t deal with the King James version, but since I’m going to be quoting extensively I don’t want to run into a copyright issue!

1 Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

In other words – don’t worry … God’s going to take care of business. In keeping with Jesus saying “Bless those that curse you,” though, I don’t think that we should be praying “against” people who are working against us. However, if and when God decides to deal with an issue, that is entirely up to Him. I know from personal experience that when someone’s in need of being taken down a peg or two, He will do that.

On a related note, God *will* bring about true justice to the real workers of iniquity one day… they will indeed be cut down like the grass and wither as the green herb.

3 Trust in the LORD, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. 4 Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. 5 Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. 6 And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday.

Trust in the Lord / and do GOOD…. which is what I have endeavored to do. Like any sinner, I’ve not always gotten there – but per Colossians 2:6, 7 I sure try:

As you have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving. (New King James Version).

*Commit* – that’s what I’m doing, now more than ever, every last little thing, even what would be “minor” things… I’m committing them to Him. I trust that God will expose the Truth, He will expose lies, and He will bring about judgment.

7 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass. 8 Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil. 9 For evildoers shall be cut off: but those that wait upon the LORD, they shall inherit the earth.

“Vengeance is Mine” – not mine. I don’t even begin to need to be angry about anything… the evil will be cut off, but if I simply wait upon the Lord, He will bless me.

10 For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be. 11 But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.

AGAIN God says, “I will take care of business on behalf of those who obey my Word.”

12 The wicked plotteth against the just, and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.

Emphasis mine. This should be a lesson to those who strive … even against those who they feel are “unjust” … that plotting and gnashing against God’s children “ain’t the way to go.” Perhaps even based upon this passage, it makes one wicked.

13 The Lord shall laugh at him: for he seeth that his day is coming.

God knows that all of that striving is senseless.

14 The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be of upright conversation. 15 Their sword shall enter into their own heart, and their bows shall be broken.

I believe that what this is saying is that people like this will bring about their own destruction.

16 A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked. 17 For the arms of the wicked shall be broken: but the LORD upholdeth the righteous. 18 The LORD knoweth the days of the upright: and their inheritance shall be for ever. 19 They shall not be ashamed in the
evil time: and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied. 20 But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the LORD shall be as the fat of lambs: they shall consume; into smoke shall they consume away. 21 The wicked borroweth, and payeth not again: but the righteous sheweth mercy, and giveth. 22 For such as be blessed of him shall inherit the earth; and they that be cursed of him shall be cut off.

All I can think of to respond to this with is Matthew 25:31 and following – the sheep and the goats.

23 The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.

This is reassuring – that God will guide me. I do delight in His way! 🙂

24 Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.

I take comfort in this – that my friend, though he currently be wandering far from God’s word, will not be utterly cast down. All he needs to do is repent. He is just a breath away from Jesus. Grace means that we can return from even the farthest, darkest nastiest point. I’m a big fan of pointing people to Manasseh (2 Chronicles 33). He was about the nastiest, snarkiest, unholiest king that Israel had – he literally broke every commandment, and then made up a few rules just so he could break those, too – God brought him very, very low to teach him a lesson. When he came to God and humbly repented, God did an astonishing thing: He restored Manasseh’s kingdom to him.

I’m also reminded of Moses, who had a job to do – and ended up off with the in-laws for 40 years instead of dealing with Pharaoh. Was Moses utterly cast down? Was God’s prophecy wrong? No, God upheld him. Praise God that He carries us through the storms and sins of life – even over years.

25 I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. 26 He is ever merciful, and lendeth; and his seed is blessed.

Indeed we serve a merciful God! And indeed a message that should not be neglected by anyone.

27 Depart from evil, and do good; and dwell for evermore.

Psalm 23:6 says, “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life; And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

God makes a very big deal out of us dwelling in Him, also abiding in Him (see Psalm 91, John 15) – He sure doesn’t do it for nothing! I’m convinced that this is a vitally important practice of trust.

28 For the LORD loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever: but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off. 29 The righteous shall inherit the land, and dwell therein for ever.

More of God taking care of business on behalf of His children.

30 The mouth of the righteous speaketh wisdom, and his tongue talketh of judgment. 31 The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.

Well I don’t know if I’m talking of wisdom this morning but now that I’ve spent some hours in prayer, I know that He is speaking wisdom through me.

32 The wicked watcheth the righteous, and seeketh to slay him.

I’ve certainly seen this…

33 The LORD will not leave him in his hand, nor condemn him when he is judged.

And I certainly know that. 🙂

34 Wait on the LORD, and keep his way, and he shall exalt thee to inherit the land: when the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it. 35 I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree. 36 Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found. 37 Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace. 38 But the transgressors shall be destroyed together: the end of the wicked shall be cut off.

I keep reminding myself:

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. (Ephesians 6:12, NKJV)

“The wicked” is not a flesh and blood human being – for all that flesh and blood manifests its actions and is influenced by it.

39 But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strength in the time of trouble. 40 And the LORD shall help them, and deliver them: he shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them, because they trust in him.

“God is our refuge and strength“, says Psalm 46, “a very present help in time of trouble.” Can anyone say, “Psalm 91?” 🙂 Or how about Psalm 18: The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised; So shall I be saved from my enemies!

I pray, Lord, forgiveness (as I do forgive) and restoration (as I offer restoration fully).

+ Starbucks on Church Street, Greensboro

We don't often stop here because it's just the wrong side of town. Really, the only times we do is if someone's in the hospital or has a doctor's appointment and we've got a long wait.

That was the case on 8/24 when we arrived a few minutes early at the doctors and were told the person we were seeing was going to be running late. Never ones to pass up a cup of coffee, we skipped up the street to the Starbucks on the corner of Church and Cornwallis. I had an awfully upset stomach that morning and had stopped into the Food Lion next door to buy some Pepto-Bismol. The barista just happened to see me about to take a swig of the stuff with a coffee chaser (ugh, yuk! What was I thinking!) She practically hollered at me to wait, and then came running out with a cup of water and a straw. She explained that she'd seen me about to take the medicine and didn't want to leave me stuck without some water to take it with.

How sweet!!

That random act of kindness left me on a high note all day :::smiles::: and even now, almost two weeks later as I type it up, I just feel good thinking about it!

I wish I'd gotten her name so that Starbucks could acknowledge her properly. All I remember is that it was about 8:15 on the morning of 8/24… maybe they can track her down that way and say, "thank you!"