I don’t like complaining. I don’t like to hear it, and I strive not to do it. Despite my greatest efforts I have recently found myself at the mercy of circumstance vs. embracing the fact that God is in control. This has led my lips astray into the desolate land of complaining.
One of my recent complaints has been a lack of time. Something resembling this: “There’s only 24 hours each day, which just isn’t enough time to get everything done.” There are ALWAYS new e-mails to read and reply to, phone calls to make, blogs to read, “business” to be tended to. Now, you may have taken note that most, if not all of those things require one thing: internet. Internet: the 21st century Golden Calf.
Now, I recently took note that if I chose to not pick up my computer for the majority of my day, I would in fact have time to exist in the REAL world vs. cyberland. Turns out the internet is not the bad guy, so much as my CHOICE to invest so much time there. Gold is just gold, until someone choose to worship it, then it becomes an idol.
I realized this yesterday. Sometimes, realization is not enough for me. I am an object lesson kind of kid, and God knows that. So, to hit the already noted realization home, I (literally) stumbled across a(n) (un)fortunate occurrence. While walking down a dark, and sketchy set of stairs, I missed the last step and took a little tumble. Really, it was little. I didn’t actually fall, stayed on my feet, but did hit the hand rail……..with my computer. Upon examination there was a small dent. Whew, right? Nope, I opened ‘er up to discover the dent carried through to the screen and as we all know, glass doesn’t exactly dent. I was NOT happy.
And so here I sit, 24 hours later, with my fully functional computer, typing this story to you. Yes, the screen is cracked. Yes, there is duct tape holding it in one piece. Yes, I will see it every time I use my computer. Ultimately God used the literal breaking of what had inadvertently become an idol to draw me into his arms. Genius. Praise God that he loves me enough to teach me.
The moral: GOD IS ENOUGH.
