Sunday afternoon, and here I am again, sitting in front of my laptop, not a thought in my head except for the old familiar one. What in the world am I going to write about for my blog that is new and different, and will bring forth “likes” and comments from my Internet friends? What will inspire them to say, Good job, Verlie?
Wow, that stops me right there. Usually I have the distinct impression that it doesn’t matter what I write, it is all the same, and probably that is true. I am what I am, and my writing does show it. Our suggestion for this week was, Do you have a year that stands out among all of the rest? Well, I have plenty of years to choose from, that is for sure. But to choose one over all of the others, well, that is easier said than done. I don’t want to hurt the feelings of any of my children, or husbands, if I don’t choose their year. You can see the problems that might arise there. Life is too short for that.
As I was thinking about all of this, I got a ding on my IPhone, and lo and behold it was a message from one of my sons, returning one of mine. He told me he was going to watch the Broncos and I confided in him that I was still trying to find a subject to write about. He said come out for the Broncos, and then New England will hate you, but everyone else will love you.
As I was laughing and answering him by text, I realized that I was having this great conversation with a son who was thousands of miles away, and yet it was like he was here in this room with me. All of our children are scattered all over the country, sometimes years go by before we see them, yet we can keep in contact with each other instantly. There is no telephone charge for this individual call, we can talk as long as we wish to. We can send smiles or grins. We are connected by our thoughts and our words, and best of all they are in print, and we can save them. I can go back and read printouts that other children wrote several years ago, and remember exactly how they felt at the time.
We are living in a miraculous time, but if we only listen to the TV or loud voices of others we could easily forget that. It is a new time and a glorious one. Think of the people who left for California on a wagon train so long ago not knowing when they would ever see their families again.
I remember when it cost so much to call long distance that I couldn’t afford to call my mother when I needed to talk to her. Now we are in instant communication with everyone that we love, and it really is a Big Time Miracle.
The next time you get a photo on your phone or internet from someone you love, even tho they are on the other side of the country, just smile, and say, “Thank you, God. Thank you for all of our miracles.”
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Oh yes…technology makes you smile and it makes you cuss. Come on, don’t tell me a damn or a hell has never escaped from your lips when the computer has a mind of its own.
Usually I close the door when I start typing. the worst problem is when I get it almost all done and I accidently hit the wrong button and the whole thing disappears. Bob disappears until I get it done. but I still remember those strips where you could try to erase an error without doing it all over.