The story of Jonah from Corinth Baptist Church on Vimeo.
rife with ranting, raving, and redeemed reality
Some days.....
I despise the internet
And gadgets....
Like today.
Other days
I don't mind so much
There is usefulness
and fun.
Some days
I even LoVe it
In a geeky
Sort of way.
When I can connect
With friends and
FaMiLy from my chair
It is great.
When it provides me with
Information and
Keeps me from
Isolation.
It is good.
When it keeps me up
Querulously
Until 3 am
And I give up.
It is bad.
Oh Dear God
In heaven.
Please help me.
Amen.
Ok. I don't know where to write this down. But I feel the need to do it. I may never hit "post", and I may just copy it down whenever I have time to dig out a journal, but for now it is burning in me. I have been looking in all the wrong places lately. I had lost my focus. I don't think you could always tell it, but I had. I was worshiping in my car to some Robin Mark memories and it hit me again.
The same word that the Lord keeps speaking to me.
Let me back up, maybe. I had become heartsick. (Proverbs 13:12) My hope had been deferred. Or had it? Was it just my own selfishness and impatience that had driven me down that road? Hadn't God himself still been faithful to me during all the time I was thinking I had been deferred? Of course! In my faithlessness, He had still remained faithful! So what was the difference? I had easily been distracted from my true source of life. In praying and meditating on the concerns of some friends, I had a breakthrough. ("if you have faith and do not doubt, you can say to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and it will be done. ")
And then I realized. It was my breakthrough too!
So I am still driving in the car and I see the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from my visor. I kinda know what it is, I mean, I wrote it down and put it there, and have read it dozens of times, but I am not sure. (did I tell you I have a mind like a sieve) So I pull it out and it is this
This spring we had baby chicks of our own! It certainly was a learning experience for us all, and we had a bit of a hard time figuring out HOW we were going to do it, when the wheels were already set into motion. We first realized what was happening when one of our hens decided to "go broody" and set on her clutch of eggs. So, we thought, ok! Why not let her! But as time went on, the nest of eggs grew in number, as her roost-mates began laying their eggs in her nest as well!
Then we had to decide whether we were going to go "natural" and let her raise them herself, or raise them in a more "commercial" manner as we were accustomed to. I preferred to go the natural route, but apparently we had already shot ourselves in the foot somewhat because by this time she had a pretty big clutch and some of the eggs had begun to hatch, while others would take weeks to eventually hatch. We learned a LOT about life (and death), and in the end enjoyed seeing TWO of our hens cluck around the yard with their chicks wobbling along behind them.
I have adjusted to three new Hard Drives since mid-January.... I don't even know how to say it. Ugh. Technology can be so much fun, but it, too, comes at a cost. On the bright side, I could tell you, (through trial and error) what is the best way to transfer your "stuff" from one to another!
YEP. it is true. I have been sucked down into the vortex that is Facebook. I have reconnected with friends and acquaintances from High School, gotten to know people in my own church better, had fun being silly and (yes) playing Scrabble.
But Facebook is to a telephone call, as Blogging is to journaling. Both are good. One should not supersede the other. Right. I'll keep trying...
So sorry, the reasons I started blogging have not changed, nor has Facebook fulfilled them (other than in posting photos online), so I will persevere.
"Could I climb the highest place in Athens, I would lift my voice and proclaim, 'Fellow citizens! Why do you turn and scrape every stone to gather wealth, and take so little care of your children, to whom one day you must relinquish it all?'"
Socrates