I’m not a conspiracy theorist. QAnon? Nope. Iluminati? Nope. Chemtrails? No. The CIA listening to everything I have to say? Definitely not. However, my phone does seem to know everything. And the Olympic vs. Titanic one has me thinking. But, overall, I take things as they seem and if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it’s probably a duck. That’s just me. So I hesitated writing my thoughts on the events of this past week because in an odd way, they made me feel like I was buying into some vast conspiracy. But I don’t think so. I think it’s much more basic than that. Much more Genesis 3. And Romans 1. Age old sin and rebellion against God’s good design.
About a week ago, I was having a bout of perpetual dissatisfaction. Several days of being generally annoyed with everyone and everything around me. To the point where I didn’t even like myself. Yes, it was that deranged. And as I was praying for God to spare every poor soul in my life from actually having to deal with me in such a lovely state, I realized just how focused on my circumstances I had become and just how small the truth was in my heart.
Whenever I hear that word, sideways, I think of the movie that gave Merlot a bad name. A rather sad and undeserving fact, actually, as it is quite a good grape, especially when grown in Washington. But that’s not the sideways I’m talking about here. This sideways is much more difficult to watch and even more difficult to understand, although the movie was a bit confusing too, now that I think about it. Anyway.
I’ve heard it many times over the past 6 years. I even remember the first time someone said it to me. She stopped by to drop something off for Zeke’s sip & see and I asked her if she wanted to meet him. After adoring him for a few minutes, she turned to me and said, “He is so lucky to have you.” I was taken back a bit and really didn’t know what to say. I smiled and said, “Thank you,” but the fact is, I don’t know what to say even now when I hear those words. Lucky. Him. Because of us.
Our daughter has a cell phone. And not a dumb phone. A real phone we bought for her when she was 12. From all the debate in social media world about whether or not kids should have cell phones, and most of that landing on the firm belief that no, kids should definitely not have cell phones if you’re actually an intelligent and engaged parent, that might be surprising. Unless you don’t believe we’re intelligent or engaged, but I guess we’ll have to take that up at another time. She has a phone and I’m glad she does.