Voices From The Ville

Gas has been hoving around $4.19 a gallon here in the Ville. However, I am still going to drive my new Toyota Tundra this weekend. I am only going to have the truck for a short time, so I might as well enjoy it. The truck is a rental while my HHR is in the body shop.

I took the Malibu to work last Thursday, leaving Becky with the HHR to drive downtown to her new job at Stock Yards Bank (a story which has not yet been written). After I left work on Thursday, I stopped by the Wal-Greens drive through to pick up a couple of prescriptions. My cell phone rang, and it was Justin calling me to tell me Mom was OK, but had been in an automobile accident.

I booked it down to the scene of the accident. I found Becky and the HHR at the side of the road. The car had been rendered un-drivable as it had been clipped from behind. The left rear wheel was bent, and the tire flattened. Another vehicle had came up from behind her driving to fast. He tried to switch lanes at the last minute, but was unable to safely do so. Fortunately, nobody got hurt. The other driver also had the same insurance agent as we do. However, it didn’t seem fair that he was able to drive his car away from the scene, when we had to have our car towed!

This morning began in a shaky, scary way. I woke up at exactly 5:37 because my entire bed was rattling. It felt like something had scurried under my bed, and in the process had caused the bed to shake.

Luna! I thought automatically. She was, after all, notorious for running under my bed the instant that she was given opportunity to enter my room. And today had been my younger brother, Justin’s, morning to take her out. Obviously he had decided to be sly and sneak her into my room. But then…why wasn’t my door cracked open? There was no way she could have gotten into my room with my door shut, and with even more thought, there was no way that Justin had woken up at 5:37 simply to prank me.

Then she must have been in here all night!!! Panic flooded me at the very thought—if she had been in my room all night, who knew the disaster she would have caused? She’d probably torn up all my notebooks and had accidents all over…but then…no. That didn’t make any sense either. If Luna had been there all night, I definitely would have known.

Shakily I sat up, my bed still trembling slightly. There was absolutely something under my bed…but if not Luna, then what?!

I stayed in my sitting position for a long time so it seemed, wondering what to do and clutching my covers, too frightened to get up. If I got up, whatever was under my bed might have crawled out and bit me!

Finally, after several more horrible possibilities had crossed my mind, my radio switched on, and I heard something about how we had just experienced an earthquake. Relief washed over me—thank goodness!!! My muscles relaxed as I realized that nothing, in fact, was under my bed after all.

I can relate to a song which we sing at church - I can tell you the time .

Chorus:
I can tell you now the time (I can tell you the time),
I can take you to the place (I can show you the place)
Where the Lord saved me (where the Lord saved me) by
His wonderful grace (by His wonderful grace)
But I can not tell you how (for I know not the how)
and I can not tell you why (and I know not the why)
But He’ll tell me all about it (He will tell me all about it) in the by and by (in the by and by)

I can never forget (I can never forget) when He spoke to me gently (follow thou me)
In the fountain of life (in the fountain of life)
there’s a balm for your soul (there’s a balm for your soul)
So I heeded His voice (so I heeded His voice),
He was speaking intently (glady I see)
Through His marvelous grace (through His marvelous grace)
I am happy and whole (I am happy and whole)

The time for me was April 8, 1998.