If you've been reading recent Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, you'll be aware how thankful I am for the help and support I've received. From family. From friends. And, especially from God.
Today, is SONday. My Lord's day.
Once again, I was not able to go worship, because I am still not supposed to drive. Please don't think I haven't thought about driving, even though I've been directed to not do this.
Actually, I must say that yesterday, I actually did drive myself somewhere. Sigh... I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I felt like I didn't really have a choice. So, I did it.
Yesterday afternoon, a prospective buyer paged me. He wanted to see a home I have listed for sale. Apparently, he was calling from a friend's place around the corner. And, he let me know he didn't live in Windsor proper, and didn't want to make a trip back to see the property. I told him that I would call him back.
First, I called my co-worker P. She's the realtor I co-listed the property with, knowing that I wasn't physically able to do all the footwork that needs to be done. I couldn't reach her.
Then, I called my daughter B, hoping she would drive me to show the home. Hmmm... I wasn't able to reach her, either.
So, I called the fellow back, and set up a time to show him the home.
You need to know that since I am not supposed to lift/carry anything, I didn't bring my work binder. Nor, did I bring a purse.
Instead, I put my wallet into a bag, along with my other work items and headed out.
Upon arriving, I backed into the driveway. The buyer and his friend pulled in, just as I was parking.
Knowing I had to bring my keypad, I picked it up. And, knowing that I didn't want to carry a bag (looks very unprofessional), I elected to just take what I could carry.
Not realizing that I no longer had my keys in hand, I locked the van. As the door shut, I realized that I had just locked myself out of my vehicle!
Immediately, I laughed and told them what I had done and said that the last time I did this, was in 1976! And, I commented that at least we can get into the house.
The house was freezing cold. With no gas or electricity on in this vacant home, it meant that there was no heat.
We spent close to an hour in the house. By the time we said our 'goodbyes', I was shivering!
Still, I was grateful the friend said that since I was a member of Canadian Automobile Association (CAA) he would call on my behalf and have them come and open my van. There's more to this and other conversations, but I can't go into detail, in this entry.
Eventually, CAA arrived and within a few seconds, they opened the door to my van! I praised God for the help I received, not just from CAA, but also from these men, who were virtual strangers to me.
This reminded me of Psalm 46:1, "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble."
Yes, God answered my prayer and provided for me in every way, including strength through the more than one and a half (1 1/2) hours of freezing to the bone. Literally.
Plus, He provided for me in another way.
Arriving home, I was so-o chilled, I was shaking and my feet were feeling frozen. Not good for my still not healed incision. And, not good for me, physically. Knowing I cannot climb into and out of a bathtub, and realizing a shower wouldn't really help, I decided I needed to soak my feet in some hot water, to remove the chill and freezing feeling my feet were experiencing.
So, I had to fill a foot bath with hot water, carry it to my chair, bending to place it down on the floor. All physical things that I wasn't supposed to do!
I praise God for helping me! And, for helping me with the pain I experienced, from doing all this.
My pain was so extreme, I could hardly stand it. But, I knew God would help me through. And, He did. I praise You, Lord!
Until next time...
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