I roll down my window.  This guy comes up and starts railing on me.  Complete with very foul, extremely foul language.  He says I cut him off back there.  I say, "I didn't know, I'm sorry, please calm down, just calm down.  I have three children in the car, just calm down."  He keeps up the language, and the railing.

I am looking around the whole time.  No oncoming traffic.  My foot goes back on the gas, and once again, I step on the gas.  My daughter has been saying this whole time, "Mommy, I'm scared, mommy, you're scaring me.  Mommy I'm scared."

And she is crying, and shaking, sobbing really.

The man pounds my car with his fist.  We drive away.  I tell my daughter "It's okay.  We're okay.  Every thing is all right.  We're okay.  He's not there any more."

He is done.  He doesn't follow us any more.  I'm shook up, unnerved, truly.  I pick up my cell phone--what do I do?  I mean, no use calling anyone now.  Why didn't I pick it up immediately when the first thing happened.  I so did not expect anything like this to happen.

If I cut him off, he either pulled out of the parking lot (really fast) to the left of where I was at the stop light when I looked back right to turn, or he pulled into the right lane (it was four lanes here with a middle turn lane to boot) and sped up, because I did see a car there, in the left lane, when I began to turn right.

We went to pick up my son, and my daughter is still so scared.  She is worried he's following us, and I keep reassuring her the whole way.  The baby needs to eat.  We are 15 minutes early to pick up my son.  I ask her if she wants me to feed the baby outside in the car, or just go get her brother.  Of course, she just wants to get her brother and go home.  I got her brother, and apologized to the group and to him.  Briefly, I explained to him why he had to come now while we were walking back to the car.

I didn't mention, but we had to make two more stops on the way home to drop some things off to a couple of friends while we were close to their homes.  So, first stop, dd asks me not to go inside.  No problem.  My dear friend asks me to come in.  Explaining again briefly to her what happens, she tells me it happened to her within the last week too, and someone else she observed it happening to in another parking lot within the same week.

People, this is frightening.  The local news said Police and the State Patrol locally are really cracking down on this.

On to the next house.  I really have to feed the baby.  We all go in.  My friend is talking to us a couple of minutes when her husband comes home.  As soon as I can, I asked her husband to pray for us.  This is a man, after all--reassurance from strength.  And I have known this family since my eldest was 4years old.  They're a great couple, and this man knows his bible, and is a pillar of strength, strong in his faith.  Before he even begins to pray, he calms her down and talks to her about blessing those that curse you.  Thankfully, afterwards, she is at peace.

That night, before bed, we pray for the driver.  Next morning, my daughter gets up, and tells me, she's named him.  His name is Darwin.  She tells me, it means "God loves you."

She asks each of us to pray for him.  The only reason I can think of that we had to go through this is that no one else is praying for this man.  So we have to.  And we are.

Thankfully, God stopped up my daughter's ears when Darwin was railing on me.  I know she has never heard such language, and what she did hear, it sounded totally different to her.  The worst thing she heard was him calling me "stupid" and "dumb".  Which he did say, but she didn't get the rest of it.

God is still in control. 

Praise him.  In every thing, praise the Lord.

“Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.”

--Psalm 127:3

Trey Evan joined our family last Thursday, January 17.  You may wonder why I am actually giving one of my children’s real names, since I have always maintained that I am extremely private.

I am.

But, Trey is special.

“For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.”

--Psalm 139:13

Trey has Down Syndrome.  You may remember I blogged a while ago about the personalities of my other two boys.  The eldest is much like God the Father.  The next one is very like God the Holy Spirit.  I pondered if my third (the “trinity”, thus, Trey, of my boys) would be like God the Son.

I have no doubt he is.

“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”

--Psalm 139:14

I would venture a guess that most people know a little about Down Syndrome.  I have to admit, I know only a little myself right now, but I’m learning.  I do know that these children are typically very unconditionally loving (Jesus), and honest (Jesus), and giving (Jesus).  Down Syndrome is almost always present from the very first cell, and only rarely does it occur after cell division has occurred (approximately 1% of cases fall in the latter category).

“My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.”

--Psalm 139:15

I did not have any tests while I was pregnant to determine if my child had anything wrong with him.  I knew he wouldn’t.  I knew (and prayed) that God would give us a child that would be a blessing to our family.  When Trey was born, I knew that is what we got.

“Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.”

--Psalm 139:16

His middle name is Evan.  This actually has a double meaning.  It is the Welsh form of John.  The Welsh form means “young warrior”.  This is what he needs to be right now, as we are dealing with some minor issues before he can come home from the hospital.  But, John means “God is gracious”.  I know this to be true, and I know I will never forget this all the days of my life now, for the gracious gift he has given us in our son.

“How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!”

--Psalm 139:17

We welcome and celebrate our son, Trey Evan, the Lord's heritage.