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Guide Dog Tales Vol. 29

GUIDE DOG TALES VOL 29

By Carolyn Dale Newell

It is surprising how people offer assistance when I walk with Iva more than when I walked with a white cane. I needed more help as a cane user than a guide dog handler.

On our drive to the beach, we stopped at Cracker Barrell, one of our favorite restaurants. Iva rested quietly under our table. One year ago, to the day, (October 8) Iva and I graduated from Guiding Eyes for the Blind. Her table manners are remarkable. I recall how much she moved around during meals at school. Plus, she had a taste for the chairs. I covered that in prayer, and God answered.

I finished my salad, so Iva and I headed towards the restrooms. Iva looked for an opening to turn left as I commanded her. Skreetchingg witches, autumn displays, and customers obstructed the aisles.

Joy, the hostess, approached us, inquiring about Iva. Joy’s love for dogs shone like the mid-day sun.

She offered to escort us to the lady’s room as the crowd thickened. I have never been so grateful because she warned us about a puddle of water the toilet splashed out in the handicap stall. Iva prefers it. I coaxed Iva into a smaller one, and Joy waited for us. Joy noted how Iva watches and protects me as she walked us to the door leading outside. She chatted a few minutes. I assured her we were fine waiting for my husband. Joy slipped inside, but she returned shortly to check on us.

We never require that amount of aid, but I could not deny her. I thought of all the times I have wished someone would help. Finding someone willing to go the distance like that is rare. I prefer it to the folks who walk right by thinking I see nothing. Yes, I see some of them.

Kindness is a fruit of the Spirit (Gal. 5:22-23) like joy. Kindness costs us nothing. A smile to a stranger. A friendly greeting to someone at the check-out. A hug to the lonely lady at church. A few encouraging words to the cancer survivor. The hand supporting the gentleman unsteady on his feet. The arm that leads the blind.

Kindness appears to be minimal, and we forget to offer it. Our busy schedules restrain us from the few minutes that mean the world to someone else. Sacrificial moments enable us to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Who can you be kind to today?

 

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Throwback Thursday: Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

 

FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE

 

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

Marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well.

Ps. 139:14 (NKJV)

It is amazing to watch a documentary or listen to a doctor explain the ways our bodies work. It is so awesome how God designed us. How could anyone not believe that we have been divinely created by God, and not the result of a big explosion.

 

When a person loses one of their senses, their other senses are heightened. I have been legally blind for many years, but recently, when my vision decreased rapidly, I noticed a surge in my other senses. For example, I know when I am on the baking aisle at Walmart because I smell marshmallows.

For some time I have desired to visit Mount Mitchell, the highest peak east of the Mississippi River. As our upcoming trip drew near, I feared that I had waited too long, and I would not be able to see the large mountains in western North Carolina. I prayed that God would help me experience the mountains with my other senses. As we traveled, I did see some big mountains, but there was fog around the top of Mount Mitchell. Nearing the top, I was able to see that the only trees growing near the summit were evergreens. There were no maples or oaks. The air was filled with the scent of Christmas trees. The wind sounded odd as it raced through the trees in waves much like the ocean waves. I had definitely experienced the altitude of Mount Mitchell.

Many times, I have detected things before sighted people by sounds, such as approaching cars, geese flying overhead, and dolphins in the water. I never cease to be amazed at the way God has created us. I will never silence my praises to Him.

 

Copyright 2014 Carolyn Dale Newell.