~~~I do believe there's no such thing as bad writing—it's all a work in progress waiting for the write expression.~~~

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Power of Prayer & My PC

My PC is my life—it represents all my writing and my being able to get out in the world electronically when I can’t physically (because I’m too fatigued or whatever). You could say it’s as critical as paints and brushes are to painter or a favorite reel is to a fisherman. And  when it goes down...

Okay, it’s not the end of the world and life goes on and I would cope, but it wouldn’t be pretty. It would be just a minor little heart wrenching, gut clenching, headache exploding, nooooooooo-not-now-not-today-I-need-to-write-please-please-please-start mini melt down kind of thing.

And what would cause such a disaster? How about repeatedly flipping the power on and off because a good friend was replacing all the smoke detectors and we wouldn’t want him to get electrocuted? And did it even occur to me that the same circuit that controls the lights and the detector in my creative cave also powers my Precious Baby? And that it would be a good idea to power off and just leave it off said Precious Baby while all of this electrical work was being done? Heck no! I totally, completely spaced it out and forgot.

So when I sat down at my desk this morning and saw that Precious was stone cold and quiet with none of the comforting, all-is-right-with-the-world, whirring of fans and hard drive and that the little beacon of hope, aka the power indicator, was not on, it was like, oh yeah, we were turning the power off yesterday. No problemo, we’ll just hit the power button and... Ummm, okay, we’ll just make sure the heavy duty surge protector is on and reseat all the cables (just to make sure), hit the power button and... nothing.

I opened the damn thing up, vacuumed it out (even though it really wasn’t that dusty), made sure the stupid lithium battery was okay, put the side back on, hit the ol’ power button and... well, it wasn’t pretty (see second paragraph). After Precious’s life flashed before my eyes and I saw the long trail of tears to my having to go out and buy a new PC, get use to the new operating system and load in all my gazillion backups of all my writing, which would take all day, I did what any God-fearing Christian would do. I fell to my knees and cried out to God.

All right, I’ve made light of all this with all my (hopefully) pithy prose about Precious, but the truth of the matter is, I did pray. I said: Lord I am not worthy, but you know my heart, you know how important my PC is and how I’m too tired and too broke to have to go out and buy a new one. What else am I going to do? Only You can give me a miracle and thank You very much if You do.

As soon as finished with “amen”, my PC came on. I am not kidding, I am serious.

I don’t know why some prayers are answered the way we ask and some are not. But I do know that regardless of the outcome, prayer is never a waste of the heart and are always heard. If I’ve done all I can—which turned out to be not much—isn’t it better to take it to the Top any way?

So here I am with my precious PC, writing and on the net. All is right with the world for now—at least my world, that is. The only thing left to do is thank the Lord and tell somebody because miracles are always better when they are shared.

*originally posted 12/20/11 & was recently accidentlly deleted, so I'm reposting it. And one of these days, I'll finally get to write something new...

(No comforting whirring fans, surge protectors or favorite fishing reels were harmed during the production of this post.)