When It Rains It Pours

When It Rains It Pours
John Fields
https://indestructiblelife.wordpress.com

Little things aren’t little.

I finished a different article for today’s column last Friday night with storms everywhere. I saved it in two separate places like I’ve been told countless times.

Saturday morning, before the sun woke up, we loaded up to take off for Georgia for my third granddaughter’s third birthday party. “What’s that sound from our 180,000 mile motor?” I asked my wife. She loves car motor questions. The noise faded and we courageously took off.

It was an especially fun Saturday since all my children and their kids came for the party. Joy, my oldest daughter, is good with computers and has her own blog with thousands of cooking fans. I asked her to help me with some computer questions. It takes a nation to keep me on track with my computer.

I fired up my laptop and it opens to the “blue screen of death.” I’m betting that isn’t a technical term, but Joy’s engineer/computer whiz husband called it that. Chad worked on it until they had to leave later that night. He theorizes the “thumb drive” I saved the article on may be corrupted. Great, the mafia has gotten into my computer and backup. Right now, my computer sits across the room glaring at me, begging for merciful words for a change while I use Cheryl’s computer. Like an old jeans, I really miss that article and my computer right now.

“Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing
that the testing of your faith produces endurance…
so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.”

Did I tell you as a prelude to the weekend our garage door opener had to be replaced Thursday, and that we’re in the midst of a basement leak and necessary renovation? I dream in “foggy mirror” paint.

The party and my daughters and grandkids were wonderful. Unbelievable Elmo-faced cupcakes. Wilder, age 5, read a book to me for the first time; Adeline sang a lovely song. Shawna, 9 months old, charmed everyone and, modestly speaking, seemed especially happy when with me.

In the morning, the sun and I woke up together and I hit the shower. Cold, water-filled tub toys everywhere. And then…I forgot our shampoo and soap…in another room. I just love Elmo soap and Snoopy Shampoo.

“…God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God,
to those who are called according to His purpose.”

I reserve the glory of God and shaping of our character into the likeness of Christ for big things. But minuscule things matter to God, too.

When “it rains it pours” for you, what helps you the most?

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1 Response to “When It Rains It Pours”


  1. 1 Gam-ma McDaniel March 5, 2012 at 11:13 pm

    Enjoyed this…….so human……so true to life…..

    AND so like you…..where modesty abounds..????

    Like


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