Now, that’s a headline that will either cause you to eagerly click on the link and see what the latest miracle is, or make you scroll on by, mumbling about the bible thumping crazies out there only re-affirming your non-belief. Either way, if you are reading this, you must have some iota of interest in my latest tale.
I usually do not espouse about religion or faith but sometimes there are just events worth talkin’ about. One of my early posts, “Do you believe in Angels?” was a story of divine intervention that to this day makes me nod my head, and say, “Why yes I do, and this story tells you why.”
And now I have another story to tell.
Yesterday was a typical Sunday for me. Usually a day of rest and relaxation, sometimes I play golf or tennis, lately I’ve been walking tons getting ready for the Portland marathon. But even though Sunday for many people is a day of Faith, mine wavers on the belief meter between, a high of “Yes, there definitely is a God and Jesus is his Son and he died for our sins”…. to “Well, I think there is some sort of higher power because, well gee, I said a little prayer and I got what I asked for, but then it’s probably just coincidence.”
Yesterday I went to church for the first time in about a year, subconsciously I think I was trying to tip my sliding faith scale more towards the”I’m a Believer” side. I needed that affirmation that Someone is watching out for me, I wanted to know my silent prayers for work, love and guidance were being heard. I left feeling renewed.
I spent the afternoon reading and dabbling on Pinterest and Facebook. I poured myself a giant glass of Arizona diet ginseng green tea, my new favorite drink obsession. I was a happy camper. Until I spilled my tea. All over my beautiful HP laptop with built-in web-cam and DVD drive. Oh SHaron! That’s secret code for the other “sh” word that has four letters. Oh Crap! That’s just a good word I yell when I’m frantically running around pulling dozens of Bounty paper towels at lightening speed to sop up the liquid quickly evaporating down into my hard drive. Picture ice cubes sliding around like little bumper cars leaving their skid marks draining down my keyboard.
I sat there stunned. I sat there while my screen went all white. I sat there while my computer refused to shut down. I just sat there and held back the tears. Then I went into survival mode… get the rice… okay, I’m gonna need a lot of rice. Forget that. I don’t have enough rice to immerse my computer in it. Get the hair dryer. Yes, that’s good. As I carried my laptop to the bathroom, tea is dripping profusely out of every orifice and USB port. Oh geez, this really can’t be good.
Well, I dried my computer the best I could, removed the battery, left it open to air out and sat down to go through Costco coupons for new computers. I did not say any prayers. I knew it was hopeless. It was fried, even I knew that liquid and electronics do not mix. And it was a lot of liquid. Think a 20 oz glass, three-quarters full down to a quarter of that after the spilling episode. In effect, Laptop Toast.
It’s nearing the end of the night, I’m getting ready for bed, and I get a text from a friend that says, “How was your day?” Well, I wrote back an earful, or perhaps I should say a screenful… I whined prolifically about my fried computer. He simply texts back, “Your only hope is 2 lay hands on it and pray.” I chuckled to myself and thought, okay, I’m a massage therapist, I know I have healing hands but really? Lay my hands on my computer and pray? So, as I’ve said many times before, Lord, I’m trusting you here….” and I laid my hands on my computer keyboard and I prayed. And then I went to bed. And then I woke up, popped the battery in and got the white screen. All I could think of was… follow the white light….Whoa there! The white light suddenly flickered and was replaced with a black screen filled with text that said my computer was not shut down properly… Ya think? My computer took a dang bath in ginseng tea… and now it apparently works!
Prayer? Healing Hands? Coincidence? Who knows, but I’m going to channel Ricky Bobby from the movie Talladega Nights and say, “Thank you Baby Jesus!” My faith meter is on full tilt and I’m enjoying the signs and stories that come from it.