Keeping Faith

The connection speed at this wi-fi location has slowed and I'm getting agitated. Shouldn't want to feel that way. Came from church a little while ago feeling most placid. Read the other day of the dependence some people have upon their internet activity - yeah, that applies to me alright. But it really is a bear when you're trying to get the bus schedule and the page won't load. Well, that brings me back to the sermon at church today... instead of getting angry, what would be Christ-like?

Aside from the sermon, I stopped and thought. I didn't bang the laptop... I found an alternative to waiting on the bus schedule pages to load... I found out what I needed to. I didn't pray about it - I just wanted not to get angry and flustered and, by the grace of God, I didn't.

Pastor today preached on II Timothy 1; 3 Keys to Christ Like Living.
* Be grateful for our spiritual heritage.
* Trust in and live the Gospel.
* Be loyal to the faith we've received.

Well, amen to all that but I'd add thanks for our God-given intelligence and persona. Paul is encouraging Timothy... I just had to encourage myself. Things will always work out. And don't you know the connection speed just got back in gear.

I'm happy to be a Christian and glad to be saved. As a matter of fact, as the pastor went around shaking hands before the service, when he came to me I was reading by grace you have been saved in Ephesians 2:5 just before I shook his hand and looked into his eyes. It was a great comfort. I had told him of the suicidal thoughts... no, no... I want to live. So there it all was in totality.

Step by Step

Walking to church for a Bible study, came across this shady spot I often pass. My truck is down so I'm walking everywhere in the near vicinity. This picture is deceptive. It looks cool but it's still quite warm. Too warm to walkabout much and take other pictures let alone the diminished range in being without transportation. I'm just doing this to keep up some activity.

And even so, the screen crack has metastasized - there are ribbons of blackness across it. I can't afford to get the truck fixed; I can't afford to fix or replace the laptop. I am really in a pickle. (That's perhaps putting the catastrophe of my life in an unwarranted light.) I remembered an old Twilight Zone episode where a man who loved to read was the only survivor after a thermonuclear exchange, the world wiped out except for him. He came across a library, all the books now at his disposal. But he then had a accident - he dropped his glasses. That was that. The internet is my only means of outside communication. Should the screen become unreadable I will become awfully despondent.

I look forward to going to church when I do... like this morning. It's become my only society. I moved my membership to Love Baptist in Phoenix yesterday and I hope I get along with the congregation well; I have known some of the people for years. 

Carrying On

Endured a calamity this morning but it turned out to be not as devastating as first thought. One of those things that if it's not one thing, it's another. My sense of stupidity sometimes overwhelms, not to mention bad luck.

I'd removed some items from my back-pack in which I tote my laptop. The laptop inside, I prepared to leave my house but didn't zip the pack closed. Grabbing the pack and slinging it over my shoulder, I went out the door. Hadn't taken three or four steps when the laptop hits the concrete deck... a mind blowing crash it made behind me. Devastating feeling.

It survived but the LCD screen is fractured, only a matter of time before the blackened dead spaces grow as the unit gets jostled. I cannot afford to replace it. I'm so dependent upon online activity. Yes, it would be devastating to do without the contact.

Fortunately, I'm still going, damage and all.
Please God it keeps up intact. 

Move Along, Please

Invited a pal to view the blog today.
Local walkabouts; the bloom past;
the monsoon is upon us, belovèd.


Coronary fractals and fun with the processor!
He should be terribly amusèd. We hope.
There's just no telling the process.