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Christ said, “If you would
have let me I would have gathered you together, like a mother hen gathers
her chicks under her wings.” I'm sure the quote is not correct but the
illustration comes across. These last few weeks have made me more sensitive
toward His feelings regarding what was going on in the world around Him. He
had the greater intelligence and did know how to address the situations. I,
on the other hand, feel like the village idiot who sits quietly watching
with frightened eyes.
In this vein of reasoning it
is my wish to express my thoughts about this little machine. Of course,
having been from a world of far away and long ago it is something of a
miracle to me such a tool has come about. I remember I was sometimes
listening to talk about the computers, predicting how they would be a “tool,
of the devil.” Probably, this could be true in some instances, but in my
case over these last struggles the exact opposite was true.
To see the faith of those on
my mailing list, to receive encouraging notes and to be able at any given
time to have a companion and confidant was not from the devil but from a
higher power, according to my opinion. One dear lady from the south shared
her herbal knowledge and the spider bite was beat. Instead of a gaping hole
there is hardly any evidence of the dime size area where her recommended
treatment kept the little beast's venom. It had begun to spread to a
baseball size, That stopped. The skin is a bit wizened but certainly not
cratered out and infected as some I have seen.
Another friend who has
multiply problems of her own kept me laughing with her daily jokes. Yet
another was sending along Native American prayers and messages and that held
me up. So on and on it went. If this isn't a kind of an army maybe, someone
else can find a better name for it. Do not let me forget my warrior poet
whose thoughts sometimes are far too high in intelligence for my puny brain
to comprehend but nonetheless, sparkling bits of illuminations floating out
from the screen. The newly made acquaintance in Scotland who shares the
every day nitty gritty of that great courageous culture made me feel closer
to ancestors who were only whispered about down through the generations here
in
America. That spirit registering and reminding me, my paltry battles are
nothing in comparison.
There were cousins, nieces,
family and friends, who would never have been able to communicate this
freely, from a distance that have, each and everyone, sent along a helpful
note. They always came at a time my spirits and soul was weakening, where
upon, I could feel my heart and legs strengthened so I could step up to the
problems at hand. I'm sure this machine is used by some for less than
better, higher values but for me Christ has used the computer like the hen
who gathers her chicks beneath her wings. I'm appreciative and thankful.
With this vein of thought it is my hope I can continue to try to offer mild
consolation and diversion by way of my silly little stories. For those who
have been there for me when I needed them the most. Thank you. |
