Dateline: Zion, I think

There's no rental coverage on our insurance policy. Insurance was so much more expensive and we were suddenly so much poorer when we first moved to California, it was one of those things we had to cut. My van goes into the shop tomorrow where, if you will all remember, we are hoping they will find hidden damage to the frame and total repair needs costing more than $5500, so I will not have to pay the $1000 deductible and still have my same old 1998 van with a hundred thousand miles on it.

Today I got to church, where I was filling in at the last minute for my friend M (who has the stomach flu) in a treble octet. Also in the group was my friend K, whom I work with in Young Women. She was surprised to see me, since I'd asked her to teach our class this week considering my plans to be out of town. So I told her about the accident.

The first thing she asked was if we needed to borrow a car. She and her husband have three cars. The third is a large, nice SUV that they save for long trips, family reunions and times when they need to haul a lot of youth to a dance or adults to the temple. They are in a position where they can afford to have an extra car just for that. How would that be?

Well, I hope that for me it would be a lot like it is for them. Because they are probably among the kindest, most generous people I have ever known. I hestitated to accept their offer -- after all, I did just total a car (I hope) and feel a little trepidatious about driving someone else's. But they worked it out over the phone with G. I thought we would be borrowing their older sedan, which is still nothing to sniff at, believe me. But they just dropped off their very nice, leather-seated, fully equipped SUV.

I'm driving around just exactly like a rich lady this week, folks.

And while I am feeling humble enough to receive service (not easy for me, honest) I went ahead and put that PayPal button up. Thanks to those who have expressed support. If you don't agree with this approach, that's okay with me. But I humbly ask you to ignore it, rather than flame me for it. I can't deny that this effort exists partially to feed my baby munchies. But it's more for a child who needs a family, somewhere out there in the world.

And they had all things common among them; therefore there were not rich and poor, bond and free, but they were all made free, and partakers of the heavenly gift.