I sat at a conference table with three of my colleagues, pouring over minute-by-minute schedules for our upcoming week of meetings. One of my teammates flipped open his laptop, toppling over my fresh cup of coffee. A hot deluge baptized my keyboard.
Coffee and keyboards don’t mix.
On the fritz, I shipped my computer off for repair. I just spent the last two weeks on the road, with limited access to a computer, and I soon discovered that I cannot write on my phone. So this blog suffered along with my psyche.
Today I finally sit before a restored machine. I’m amazed at how much my work depends on this wonderful piece of technology. I’ll be more careful around liquids, but as one cannot write without coffee I suppose danger will remain ever-present. A cup sits close by even now.
These little calamities of life prove frustrating, even maddening. But after a few days of realizing my trip would continue without my laptop, and my blog lie fallow for a time, I relaxed. Maybe I needed a little time off.
As I lamented my Mac-less travels, this promise came to mind: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23).
Tools eventually break down and must be replaced, always with cost and effort. Graciously, the Lord’s mercies renew every morning, with no cost or effort on our part, and so our unexpected calamities fade under his goodness.
Photo by Jon Tyson
Maybe I should have a friend dump some coffee on my keyboard?