Nothing lasts forever. All things come to an end.
This month has been a bit about breakage In my journey. I am not upset, I realize these things happen. First it was my iPhone, albeit a bit older iPhone. The case split like a clam. The next issue came after another drop (I am an idiot, yep), the screen cracked and a chunk of the glass came out in the upper corner … but it still works.
Then, a computer to projector adapter … junked. Speaking of computers, iTunes and iTunes account got all hinkee … even Apple support, after an hour or so, said they are stumped. So we got it working but not all fixed. So they passed it along and promised to call back Sunday morning. I said if they called Sunday morning I would put them on speaker as part of my sermon … they moved the call back to Monday.
Power outage during the last storm. But fixed.
Water pipe leaking … flooding the basement …. but after a Garrett showed up late … replaced the connector in the line from the well … fixed. But not before he told me about a small leak in the hot water heater. We save that for a later date.
My son’s debit card … broken into … cancelled and new one on the way.
Then my truck … 3 warning lights are all aglow. I even got in the engine and did a little, very little, work. It runs fine, but those lights (code for a general misfire) still remain. And to those who know me, yes, I talked to Matt.
Now this morning, my phone is sliding fast. I can call, and talk, and text, and surf, but I can’t hear the person talking to me. But I can live with that … People say I ignore them anyway, so now I have a reason to give when they say I don’t pay attention. But, it still works with EarPods or on speaker. I guess a trip to the Apple store is in my future.
And then, there is me. I often feel broken … worn down … and wish I was 25 again. But I still work, it just takes longer to get back to what is my new normal.
We live in a broken world … broken people … broken relationships … broken stuff. But we have the great hope that all this will be fixed. God has the fix. There will be a day all this will be made new.
Daniel 12 (my text for Sunday), talks of distress getting worse …. yippee. But there is deliverance. There is hope. And for that, I truly am … double, or even triple, yippee.
I hope you know that hope, that future, that coming deliverance. For if not, I am not sure how you handle all that is breaking down. If you want to know that hope, connect with me and I will be happy to share this great truth.
Have a blessed weekend … and if you need to call, go ahead. I just may not hear what you have to say … at least that is what I will tell you.
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