The storm had been brewing all day but we hadn’t paid attention; it was Labor Day weekend and the family had gathered for a barbecue. We rented a movie for the kids, Roger threw the burgers on the grill, and the downpour started. I held the umbrella so he could finish cooking.
After we dried off, we ate and settled down to watch the movie. Fifteen minutes into it, the rain turned into a deluge, lightning cracked too close and we lost the cable. Another crash and we were in the dark. I had candles, but that flickering light did little to comfort my 16-year-old granddaughter who was lost without a connected internet. The withdrawal was painful to watch.
The darkness was a novelty for the little ones. I suggested we play a word game (imagine that) and we took turns thinking of really cool words.
“Obstreperous!” I chimed out, when it was my turn. They were good sports for about five minutes until we all decided what we really needed was dessert if we were to weather the storm for much longer. Alas, grandma’s cupboard was bare.
Spring comes early in North Carolina. For weeks now we’ve been saying, “Spring is in the air.” According to the calendar it’s officially here as of today but my sinuses don’t need the reminder. Allergies seem to ride the coattails of seasonal transition.
We equate spring with new beginnings and why wouldn’t we after a long, cold winter? Trees bloom, birds sing like they’re rehearsing for a spring musical and the air swells with hope (and pollen. LOTS of pollen. ACHOO!) We live for new beginnings but with every new beginning we have to live through a pesky period of transition.
Have you ever been so stuck you felt like you were hot-glued to your seat and no matter how you twisted and turned you couldn’t get yourself un-stuck? Not. Fun.
Monday morning the stopper in our bathroom sink got stuck in the down position. Of course, the sink was full of soapy water AND my camo leggings! My husband and I took turns trying to pry it loose but finally had to call a plumber. The funny thing about it was that he used an every day pocket knife to lift the lever, the exact same tool we had used, except I guess we just didn’t stick with it long enough.
Wouldn’t it be great if getting unstuck was always that easy?
I’ve gotten stuck in all kinds of areas: my writing, poor eating habits, negative thought patterns, repetitive relational responses. As much as I tried, I never seemed to make much progress.
I. Was. Stuck.
The problem was, I didn’t know WHY I was stuck.
Ain’t it good to know that you’ve got a friend?
Someone you can call when life caves in on you, who will help you dig out from under the mess? I really DO get by with a little help from my friends. They inspire me. Their stories inspire me. This little story about sea turtles inspires me, too:
I’m not a big animal lover but I am captivated by turtles, especially sea turtles. Sadly, even though I live fairly close to the coast in North Carolina, I’ve never witnessed them hatching, but I’ve read a lot about the nesting process.
Turtles are largely solitary, but there is a group phenomenon that has to do with how the turtles emerge from their shells.
It’s called hatchling frenzy. Once a group of hatchlings escape their eggs they begin to crawl about, climbing and bumping into one another. The ones at the top scratch at the ceiling of the nest and the sand begins to trickle down.
Those on the bottom stomp the sand onto the floor of the nest. As the scratching and stomping continues, the ceiling falls, the floor rises slowly, and like an elevator, the roomful of collaborating hatchlings is carried toward the surface.
Don’t miss the significance of this process; hatchlings make the trek to the safety of the sea in groups of 20-120 individuals. Stragglers are more susceptible to predators and rarely make it to the safety of the sea.
Moral of this story: We Need Each Other!
So, apparently I’m addicted to my cell phone.
What’s not to love? It’s pink, it’s shiny and it responds to my every command.
I can’t recall when I first became aware that my iPhone had a function that showed how much screen time I average per day or week. But I do remember the shock when I saw the numbers, and no, I’m not going to tell you what they were. Talk about a wake-up call. There I was, complaining and making excuses about how I didn’t have enough time to write, that there just weren’t enough hours in the day, and the cold hard facts were staring me in the face.
I had the time. I was just squandering it.
In my defense, a portion of my screen time was under the category of reading and reference and creativity. Several of my devotionals are online and I use Blueletterbible.org every day as I read my Bible and write. Plus, I have the Kindle app which I occasionally use. But that’s not where the majority of the hours (oops, did I say hours? I meant minutes, ahem.) went. It was Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest that were eating up my time—mindless scrolling and I don’t even like puppy dog videos.