Forgiven & Loved
I finally got the house all clean at the same time. Floors, carpet, cabinets, bathrooms, everything... well not everything, I guess. There is still my disorganized walk-in closet needing sorted and weeded out. And, of course, I am not counting the garage, but I have high hopes that I can get it done next week along with the closet. By then it will be time to do the house again. Hmm. At least I do enjoy cleaning, I'm just not very efficient at it.
Richard and I ran some errands this afternoon and went to the library. Just after we got out of the car, the fellow next to us backed out, turning too sharply and scraping our car. Richard got him stopped and he pulled forward. Then he backed part way out and hit us again! He was barely scraping the car, thank goodness, but it took him four times and much coaching from Richard to finally back out.
The terrified driver got out of his car, an ancient, faded Toyota with many dings and scrapes, and was almost in tears as he repeated, "I'm sorry! Oh, I am SO sorry!" His accent was thick, and we think he was an Islander. He was a tiny man in his mid thirties wearing a Publix apron and name tag. Seeing his anguish, the only response possible for me was to hug him and tell him it was all right. Richard, touched by the same compassion, told him not to worry about the damage and sent him on his way with our blessing. The Holy Spirit in action, leading us to forgive as we've been forgiven.
Having sent the other driver away forgiven, we turned to assess the damage on our car. It had been scraped on the drivers side fender well, but we decided it would be something we could fix fairly cheaply. We already had an appointment for service next Tuesday, so we'll let them take a look at it.
The best part is that we both feel fine about the whole thing. Let me tell you, I've had my vehicle damaged before and I was not in a forgiving mood, so this is purely a God thing. He's working on us!
As if that wasn't good enough, I got a wonderful surprise as I cleaned Richard's lunch bag. He had bought me a very beautiful and very romantic gift. A glass and gold bear in a satin box with a lovely love poem inside... a just because gift... always the best kind!
Richard and I ran some errands this afternoon and went to the library. Just after we got out of the car, the fellow next to us backed out, turning too sharply and scraping our car. Richard got him stopped and he pulled forward. Then he backed part way out and hit us again! He was barely scraping the car, thank goodness, but it took him four times and much coaching from Richard to finally back out.
The terrified driver got out of his car, an ancient, faded Toyota with many dings and scrapes, and was almost in tears as he repeated, "I'm sorry! Oh, I am SO sorry!" His accent was thick, and we think he was an Islander. He was a tiny man in his mid thirties wearing a Publix apron and name tag. Seeing his anguish, the only response possible for me was to hug him and tell him it was all right. Richard, touched by the same compassion, told him not to worry about the damage and sent him on his way with our blessing. The Holy Spirit in action, leading us to forgive as we've been forgiven.
Having sent the other driver away forgiven, we turned to assess the damage on our car. It had been scraped on the drivers side fender well, but we decided it would be something we could fix fairly cheaply. We already had an appointment for service next Tuesday, so we'll let them take a look at it.
The best part is that we both feel fine about the whole thing. Let me tell you, I've had my vehicle damaged before and I was not in a forgiving mood, so this is purely a God thing. He's working on us!
As if that wasn't good enough, I got a wonderful surprise as I cleaned Richard's lunch bag. He had bought me a very beautiful and very romantic gift. A glass and gold bear in a satin box with a lovely love poem inside... a just because gift... always the best kind!
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