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Throwback Thursday: The Danger of Discouragement




And those who know Your name will put their trust in You;

For You, Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.

Psalm 9:10 (NKJV)

It was one of those days. It started with a phone call to the doctor to check on my test results. It had been nine days, and somebody forgot to tell me that I had an UTI. The next phone call was to the bank, and the bank teller couldn’t even tell me why my balance was short – once again. It went on from there. With each discouraging blow, like an ax to a tree, I began falling into despair.

I started going through my twitter feed, and I found the above verse from Psalms. How could I let little discouragements and disappointments get me down? However, Satan is clever, and he knows how to get to us. Of course, He must have permission from God, like he did with Job (Job 1:10). God may allow the temptation, but Paul said, “No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape that you may be able to bear it.” (1 Cor. 10:13). That verse was my way of escape.

I failed to keep my eyes on God, and I focused on the discouragement. When we do that, we are not trusting God to handle things. We start feeling sad and frustrated, but God is faithful, even when we are not. I fail to whole heartedly trust Him, but He has never forsaken me. Then I realized why it had all happened – so I could write about it and lift you up.

Friend, lets remind one another that we shouldn’t let these little things steal our joy. We know His name, and we will put our trust in Him.

Copyright 2014 Carolyn Dale Newell.


Guide Dog Tales Vol. 17


By Carolyn Dale Newell

My heartbeat accelerated as the dog barked at us. I heard a chain being tugged on. Once again, bark and clang. The third time was different. The chain broke. My mind raced as he came toward Iva and me barking.

I pulled my stun gun, but it was stuck. When it finally came out of the case, it barely popped. I only wanted to scare the dog, but by this time, he stood as if there was a barrier between him and Iva. Looking back, I believe it was angels. I froze as they stared at one another. Not sure what the dog would do next.

I began to video the situation. I could no longer see the dog, but that is not unusual with my limited vision. Then I detected a whisper, as if she wanted to go undetected by a sightless person.

Pointing the camera across the street toward the dog and his master, I questioned her about the dog running at large. She claimed the fence broke, not a chain. I later learned this fence was only a baby-gate on her deck. She claimed she was there all along, but she offered no apology. If she had been present, she would have jumped into action. Maybe she was too engrossed in her phone.

Foolishly, I thought this time the cops would help. I called. I waited. First to arrive were two nice policemen. They called Buena Vista Animal Control. We chatted and one admitted the problem of leashj-law breakers in the city.

Animal Control arrived. He viewed the video and accused me of being argumentative with the woman and him. Yes, my hands were trembling. My voice grew louder with frustration. Impatient with the lack of compassion with her and now with him. His sharp words and attitude alarmed me. He refused to charge her. He even told me to expect this in a residential section. Really? In a neighborhood where people know a blind woman walks? What happened to “Love thy neighbor”?

Neither of them understood the severity of this situation. We were only ten feet from a busy highway. Cars whip in there, barely slowing down. Yelling was necessary to be heard over the loud traffic. Screaming also occurs when I get angry. Angry that sighted people do not get it.

Distracting a working guide dog can have detrimental effects. It is equal to someone jerking the steering wheel from a driver’s hands,

Defeated, I walked off before tears escaped my eyes. There was no need to continue standing there with an officer of the law treating a blind woman harshly. No consideration for my safety. No consideration for the fear that consumes you when you can only hear your surroundings.

Visually impaired folks cannot expect sighted folks to comprehend our lives. To them, it was just a barking dog who got away from his owner. To me, it was a fearful event that could have turned into a nightmare.

I have to advocate for myself. No one else will. Being a Christian does not make me a doormat. Feeling like nobody understands, nobody helps, and nobody cares aggravates you enough to bring out the human instinct to fight. Don’t judge me, until you walk in my shoes.

Now, before leaving the house, I pray. I will trust Jesus Christ and His hand of protection. Satan desires to steal my independence and create dismay. Angels encamp around me and Iva.

My goal is to educate the public. Will you help teach others by sharing this?

Copyright 2017 Carolyn Dale Newell