Some of you may or may not be aware, but on April 18, I was in a fender bender on my way to work. No one was hurt, and my car suffered only cosmetic damage. Unfortunately, that was enough to total my vintage vehicle.

Lately, I’ve still been driving the Red Sled, but she is still in need of repair. I’d like to get her fixed up and drive her a little while longer. I certainly couldn’t get anywhere close to a comparable vehicle for what the book listing is on a 1997 Jeep Cherokee.

It’s been a lesson in trust. I’m doing my best to pray more and stress less. Some days, it works. Some days, not so much.

I still have to trade in my car title for a salvage title. I’m still hoping and praying that a semi-miracle will occur and USAA will release my car from the proverbial Davy Jones’ locker of being a salvage.

Most of all, I’m praying God’s will in this one. If you think about it at any point this week, I’d covet your prayers as well.

In the mean time, I still feel like my Jeep earns me much-needed style points. Plus, 336,000 miles means just getting warmed up when it comes to Jeeps.

“Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will give you the desires and secret petitions of your heart” (Psalm 37:4, Amplified).

I’ve always heard this passage applied along the lines of “If you find your happiness in God, He’ll give you what you really want.”

Tonight at Kairos, the main speaker put a bit of a twist on that familiar and popular idea.

He said that to delight in the LORD is more than to be happy or to find satisfaction in God. It’s more along the lines of being consumed in a pursuit of God so that everything else becomes secondary and God becomes your one and only desire.

Basically, if you delight in God, you will find that all your truest desires at their deepest level find their ultimate fulfillment in Him. Everything else fades away.

I confess that lately I seem to delight in lots of things more than in God. Most of these leave my desires unmet. I wonder if I really and truly set my delight in God, maybe all those other desires would lose their luster and not seem so appealing. Or maybe I’d find that the root of all these desires is a deep need that only God can meet.

I think C. S. Lewis sums it up beautifully: “If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”

Or better yet I was made for God and nothing apart from God can satisfy my desires but God.

I wish you a very happy Cinco De Mayo. Even though I’m not sure it’s an actual holiday and even though I didn’t actually have anything remotely Mexican for either lunch or dinner.

So, happy Saturday. Happy rainy, wet Saturday.

I spent this Saturday binging more of Jon Pertwee’s incarnation of Doctor Who, as well as catching an episode of Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. All good.

Rainy days are good for sleeping in, taking naps, and generally doing as close to nothing as humanly possible. And petting your cats if you have any.

I scored on almost all counts for making it a good Saturday.

Yay me.

In my quest to watch all of the Classic Doctor Who episodes, I’m now up to Doctor number three, played by John Pertwee.

In this incarnation, the Doctor is exiled to Earth in the 20th century. So far, so good. Also, these episodes are in color. That seems like less than trivial now, but I imagine back in the day, being able to see the Doctor, his companions, and all those otherworldly critters in glorious color was breathtaking. If you had a color television set.

As before, no one will confuse these series with the modern incarnation of Doctor Who or anything else that comes along with spectacularly high production values and budgets to go with it. There are still creatures played by men in rubber suits. The special effects won’t be mistaken for CGI at any point.

But the stories and characters are good, and in my book, I’d rather have good plots and character development than a lot of eye candy pizazz special effects any day. Plus, you had to utilize the little faculty of your brain called imagination to fill in what the visuals lacked.

I’ll be back to report later when I graduate to the next doctor.

Nothing can bring the past to life more powerfully than my sense of smell. Any odor or combinations of odors can instantly unlock a memory that long laid dormant in my mind.

Today, it was the smell of freshly cut grass. For me, that always triggers a whole lot of childhood memories (and maybe a smidgeon of allergic reaction). I always think of summer trips to the family farm in Christiana when I had days and weeks of nothing ahead of me but sunshine and play.

I still wonder why it is that my go-to when it comes to memories is smell. Even more than seeing or hearing or touching, smell is the one guaranteed way to take me back to a moment in time. It’s almost as good as having a TARDIS on hand, because I can instantly remember all the feelings I had back then.

It’s too back that there’s not a way to have a scratch-and-sniff blog post where you could rub the screen and release the scent of flowers or bacon (or that freshly cut grass) and get the full effect.

Someone should get to work on that.

In the mean time, my one gratitude for the day is the memories I carry with me, even after some of the places and people have gone. I cherish all of them.