On What We Rely

We really are creatures of habit. Yesterday, a virus I got through Facebook blew up my laptop. I am going to have a friend who knows what she is doing help me get things restored. I have also deactivated my Facebook account for a while and who knows when I will sign back on.

So if you are a friend and cannot find me, that is why. If you receive a bizarre emal from me talking about a video and extolling the qualities of a certain part of your anatomy, I didn't intentionally or even consciously send it. That anatomy part may be as good as the message claims, I do not know nor care to find out. Sorry to burst your bubble but you will deal with it.

Now that we have that behind us, why are we creatures of habit?

I miss my laptop. I am sitting at a perfectly good desktop PC about 20 feet away from where I normally pound away on my laptop, but I miss it. It has the software I like to use loaded and awaiting me. My bookmarks are arranged just so. My resources for what I do at school and in the world at my fingertips arranged in the way on my fevered mind could conceive. I miss it.

That bothers me. Caffeine addiction I can deal with, this is not good. I do not want to be dependent on anything but Jesus. I am going to have to think about things once I get the old laptop (I have had it for over 6 months now) fired up.

I guess I kid myself into believing I have things knocked and something like this happens and I find myself knocked flat.

Let this be a lesson to me, prayer and worship be more heartfelt, reliance on the worldly be less desirous. I do not like knowing something as meaningless as losing a PC for a few days is enough to agitate me.

I am going to have to figure out a way to call myself on it in the future.