Published on January 5, 2021
Chasing the Creator
By Shirley Prihoda
Today has been a day! I had to get a new phone, and that was the easy part. All the info on my old phone is stored on iCloud, and believe me, that was the hard part.
The local AT&T store does not download it for you, and that left me, a semi-brain-lacking techno person trying to restore all the data myself. My home Wi-Fi kept shutting down, so I went where most people needing free Wi-Fi go: McDonald’s…at lunchtime. On a good day, the noise level is simulated airplane take offs; however, today was not one of those good days.
I could not get the restore button to work and got tech help on the phone. I couldn’t hear, so I stepped outside. Did I mention that McDonald’s is next to the freeway? I feel certain the tech lady on the other end of the line was not having her best day, either! After repeated failures, mine, and the tech lady, I ended up back across the freeway at AT&T with a pitiful look on my face, and trembling hands. Apparently, I looked successfully pitiful, because the man who sold me the phone two hours earlier left his customer and rushed to my side.
In bumbling speech, I poured out the whole past two hours. He gently pried the phone from my hands and led me to a bench. He punched two, maybe three, buttons and said, “Sit here until this line goes across the screen.” I sat. The screen flickered a couple of times, and my picture icon popped up, and one picture appeared! I was beside myself with excitement. I wanted to jump up and shout something, preferably religious since I felt the Red Sea had just parted. I restrained myself for fear any movement on my part may take me back to the dark screen, where I feel certain Darth Vader lives.
I sat there and looked at that one picture as if I had just given birth; when by chance I looked at the bottom of the screen, and it read “1 of 539.” Somewhere around 121 the euphoria was gone, and the epidural had worn off. There was nothing left except endurance as I watched the screen, sort of like a fetal monitor as it begins the climb, and then the descent, again and again.
After what seemed like days, the final gray square filled with color, and I stood, proudly. I walked to the podium where the salesman was standing, and gave him a victory salute, and looked for my gold medal. The good ol’ Star Spangled Banner wasn’t playing, and I didn’t win the gold, but I walked out of that door feeling like a winner!
Life is a journey and not a destination. It’s full of ups and downs, and some days you just have to hang on, eat cake, and take comfort in Matthew 24:35 - “Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Finding comfort in life’s journey is an important thing. In East Texas, we called that our “go to.”
It may be a friend who has a way of speaking the words of God just when we need it, and in a way that heals, and offers hope at the same time. Too often, I have found hope and healing to be a missing part in some Christians. They don’t understand the purpose of speaking the truth is not to leave you bleeding with a gaping wound far worse than what you came with. Truth was never meant to be used as a weapon. We’re all on the journey of learning how to do life together.
For me, doing life always involves food, doesn’t everything! Well, for me, it does.
Cooking is my version of a “Love Language.” When I’m faced with the need for a “go-to” food to take to an event, it’s always Peach Cake.
Some days you just need a “go- to” cake!
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