I apologize for the "poor me" post from yesterday. As I've said before, there are concerns I really can't address publicly that involve someone dear to me, and it invades my thoughts often. Being helpless in that situation makes my spirit sink with dismay and keeps me from seeing all things in perspective. This will be my last time referring to it until it's all over. Then I may explain, if possible. It isn't anything about any family members, near or far.
I need to get back to meditating awhile in the mornings. It would be good for what ails me.
This morning I was doing my usual wakeup routine, catching up with Words With Friends. My mood was in the dumpster. Everything seemed hopeless, I thought, and now I had sunk money into one more useless printer. As I sat there brooding, a question came to mind: "Did I pray and ask God to help me figure out how to connect the printer?"
After all, I often tell Cliff how God helps me find stuff I've mislaid around the house. Cliff chuckles about it; if he wasn't afraid I'd smack him, he'd probably reach over, pat my silly head, and say, "There, there. You'll be OK."
So. I thought back to the times prayers were answered and once again called God into the picture. If the answer to my prayer was dependent on the amount of faith I had while praying, I'd still be sitting here sniveling and whining. But God helped me in spite of the lack of faith.
First I looked up some videos about installing the printer. I did that yesterday, but I had not watched it patiently, with my full attention. This morning I focused on the video, pausing it to consider each point before moving on. I then took both the iPad and computer into the computer room, restarted the video on the iPad, and repeated each step as it came up, pausing it when I needed to.
In this manner I came across steps I had not followed properly yesterday and did those. I still didn't have faith it would work, though.
At the end, it seemed to have connected. I found a poem I wrote years ago that I had recently sent to the father of a little girl my friend Carol and I once watched in the church nursery; the poem, written in 1992, was about that child . Since it was on the desktop handy, I decided to try printing it. The printer started clicking and whirring, and must have kept doing that for at least two minutes. "It isn't going to work," I thought. "I knew it wouldn't work."
BUT!!!! Turns out this $20 computer simply works slowly, which is not a problem for me. Finally out came the perfectly printed sheet of paper.
I had to apologize to God for my lack; I told him I'm pretty slow too, so this slow printer might be the perfect one for me. And while my big concerns of late haven't been eased, except by my totally blocking them out when possible, I do have a printer that I can use without hooking it up to the computer with a wire or cable The printer is in another room, but I can print anything from my computer while sitting in my easy chair in the living room. I haven't tried printing from the iPad. I can't see myself ever needing to do so. But I downloaded the printer app, and it's nice to know I might be able to do that, at some point.
Maybe God was just reminding me He can take care of the big, important things I worry about just as well as he can help me with a cheap printer.
Sorry about getting "preachy" here, but I have to give credit where credit is due.