Bringing Sparky Home

This is probably the first blog I’ve ever written about an inanimate object, but bringing Sparky home was somewhat of an ordeal.

First, I live in Florida now. Florida is hot. Florida is a mere 160 miles wide at the widest point. It is not only bordered by the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Gulf to the west—but the entire state is swampland that has been drained and built over, and swamp and mosquitoes break out in unexpected places—along with humidity.

Because of the heat and humidity, I wanted a light-colored car. I spent close to a week searching all the used cars I could find in my price range (cheap) for a yellow, or even a white car. All the used cars in my price range were dark or grey. No slight to Scotland, but after 15 years living there where it rains nearly every day and is usually cloudy even when it’s not raining—I’m done with grey.

Enter Sparky. Gold, shining brightly yellow in the sunlight. I visited the dealership and told the sales person that I would return to purchase the car after I had time to transfer my money into my bank account. He offered a better plan. I could sign the paperwork that day and leave my bank details and they would wait for two weeks before they claimed the payment. The finance director agreed with this plan and promised to wait to put the money through until I called and let him know the money transfer was complete. I woke up the next morning to find my bank account overdrawn by $10,000, plus a $35 overdraft charge.

I was furious about the broken promise and told the finance director that I didn’t want the car. I didn’t want to do business with someone I couldn’t trust. I demanded the refund of the $10,000, and pointed out how embarrassing it was for me to be overdrawn by that much in a bank account that hadn’t even been open three weeks yet.

The finance director informed me that he would call me back with a solution—but he didn’t. Not only did he not call me back—after I called him several times because he didn’t call back—he blocked my phone number. He denies that, of course, but the fact remains that he could no longer be reached at that number by me—but that phone number got answered when it wasn’t my phone number showing at his end.

Now I was in a deep dilemma. Had I bought a car? Had I not bought a car? The bank ultimately sent the money back into my account because the overdraft was so ridiculously huge. Meanwhile, my sister scrambled to get the rest of my money—the money I had sent to her to keep for me—into my bank account. That, however, took a few days, plus added two $50 charges for requesting same day deposits and credits to my account. Meantime, not a word from the dealership about Sparky. Had I bought a car? Had I not bought a car? Would the money that was returned to my account suddenly disappear again before I had the rest of the money secured? Would I wake up to find myself facing another overdraft?

Three different family members told me to forget Sparky and refuse to take possession from the dealership that had treated me so shabbily. One of my family members wanted to help by calling the Attorney General and reporting the dealership for a fraudulent transaction. But, I liked Sparky. And I liked the sales person. He wasn’t the one who had broken the promise. I didn’t want him punished for something that wasn’t his fault.

Most of all, I trusted God. I told myself that if Sparky was the car God wanted me to have, the sale would go through, and that if Sparky wasn’t right for me—God would use the mix-up at the dealership to protect me from a wrong decision. My two favorite Bible verses are: “In everything give thanks, for this is the will of Christ Jesus concerning you,” 1 Thessalonians 5:18, and “All things work together for good to those who love the Lord,” Romans 8:28.

So I waited and prayed, and now more than a week after saying, “I do,” to Sparky, Sparky sits in the front yard. Ironically, as of this writing—the money is still in my bank account.

As Shakespeare might have said, “To call or not to call?” That is the question.

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For Such a Time

Sometimes God’s gifts involve having the right people in the right places at the right times.

I just released my 37th Christian cozy mystery-romance. It would have been impossible for me to write had I not been in the right place at the right time. Bandera, Texas, “Cowboy Capital of the World,” is home of my heart. I set my newest book, “Paid for Murder” at a Texas Hill Country Dude Ranch. The location is fiction, but the flood event at the start of the book is real, based on the historic Medina River Floods of 1978, and 2002. Even though Bandera is home, I have left it several times over the years—most recently now. I am currently living in Scotland. However, God took me back home for the floods that shaped the opening chapters of “Paid for Murder.”

Approximately 15 years ago while I was working at a Bandera newspaper I was sent to interview a Scottish minister who had exchanged pulpits with a Pipe Creek pastor. I rebelled against leaving the newspaper office to do the interview. We were on deadline and I needed to write up my notes from a city council meeting, a county commissioners’ meeting, and a school board meeting. I did not welcome another story to write for that week’s edition. However, the person assigned to interview the Scottish pastor didn’t show up at work that day. The minister was leaving to go back to Scotland. It was the last chance to get a picture of him and interview him. So stomping, spitting, and feeling sorry for my overworked self—I went. The pastor was Alan T McKean, my husband.

I am reminded of the book of Esther in the Bible. Esther was a poor Jewish girl who was in the right place at the right time to become queen. When a jealous rival of her uncle’s planned to kill not only Esther’s uncle, but also the Jewish people, her uncle asked Esther to intercede. He said to her, “Who knows whether you have come into the kingdom for such a time as this?”

There was a law that anyone approaching the king when he had not called for them would be killed. The king had not called for Esther. She said to her uncle, “I will go to the king which is against the law; and if I perish, I perish.”

So Esther bravely went before the king and he not only accepted her, he accepted her people and turned the evil maneuvering of the enemy against himself so that he fell into the trap he had set for Esther’s uncle and the Jewish people.

God gives gifts. Each day of life is a gift from God. He daily loads us with benefits. Sometimes, it is just being in the right place at the right time.

“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1

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