Last Friday evening, my poor little MacBook had enough. She just quit on me with no explanation; the keyboard and mouse were completely inoperable, rendering the whole machine useless. Not even having had her first birthday, I was slightly concerned. While there is a repair shop on the island, it would require an 800 baht (about $25) taxi ride. In addition it would require much energy to play the lengthy game of charades that is inevitable for any communication beyond “What is your name?” or “How much does this cost?” Frankly, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this. Between working on team finances, writing assignments for my community development class that I’m taking online, and writing blogs, I had too much on my plate and didn’t want to mess with getting it fixed. It made me grumpy.
Before messing with all of this, I decided just to pray about it. I fully believe in the power of prayer in the big things, the things that are beyond my control. But would I trust God to heal my computer if I asked him to? I knew that this was something I had to give over to God. He was asking me, “How much do you trust me to take care of the issues you can control yourself? Will you give control over to me?” So I prayed about it.
The next morning, I woke up and I was able to move the mouse! Unfortunately, it quit working 12 seconds later. So I prayed some more. The next morning, I turned it on again, and it worked again, but this time for 38 seconds. Prayed. By Sunday night, it was working perfectly!
I have no human explanation for this. Nothing was done to make it better. Jesus healed my computer because He loves Macs, and He knows how much I love my MacBook. I might be a little biased, but I question whether or not Jesus would have bothered to heal her if she were anything but a Mac… 😉
