Twenty-First Tuesday after Pentecost
The blog is back. The recent hiatus was a result of an computer difficulties on our home computer in Chapel Hill. We're back in Manteo and on the laptop here, which does work for the blog.
Thanks to Frances for her very kind comment, You might be asking, "Why does she call me "Chris."I have indeed been so called most of my life. My full name is John Christian Wilson. I really like the name "Christian," and it is my name, after all. When we retired in 2010 and moved to Chapel Hill, where we knew no one, I decided to fulfill a dream I had had for many years, I would be called "Christian." My basic rule is that people who knew me before 2011 can still call me "Chris," since that's the way they have always known me.
So, here's one for you. The question is, "Is this a God Thing." As we unloaded the car, after arriving here in Manteo on the OBX, I found that I had forgotten my shaving kit My shaving kit, contained all my medicines. There is one of those medicines that I can't do without. That's my Ambien. Ambien is a drug that enables sleep. I suffered from extreme insomnia before I started taking it back in 2000. I am now and have been for many years dependent on this drug for sleep. If I don't have an Ambien before I go to bed, I don't sleep. I literally don't sleep--at all. On the few occasions when I have not had access to an Ambien, I did not sleep the entire night. Yes, I've tried over the counter remedies, camomile tea, meditation, etc. They do not work for me. Ambien does.
After discovering that I had not packed my shaving kit, Marianne and I looked in the medicine drawer. We found an old Ambien bottler with one Ambien left in it. It got me through last night. I did not have to drive all the way back home in the dark last night. I'm going today, will spend the night there in Chapel Hill and will return here to Manteo tomorrow. I never leave an extra Ambien here. It was odd that one appeared at the very time I needed it.
The world is being ravaged by the Coronavirus pandemic. Our nation is being torn apart in domestic political strife. Why would God expend any effort to help a dottering old man out of his memory lapse mistake? Why not end the pandemic instead. Maybe it's pure coincidence and I just inadvertantly left a pill in that bottle and carelessly forgot to throw what I thought was an empty bottle away.
I seem to have these little God things happen to me with a fair degree of frequency. Or do I simply notice things and attribute them to God? If this had happened to you, would you have thought it might be a God thing? Am I being silly for even thinking of such things at all? I would love to hear your comments.
The blog schedule is a little off this week. Tomorrow will be Faith Journey Day. Thursday and Saturday will be Acts Bible Study. On Friday, as usual, anything can happen.
Faithfully,
Christian
1 comment:
Christian, I think that "the God Thing" often actually happens in advance when something tells you to leave that little bottle with one pill or an extra set of keys in a safe place, or to move that gasoline container elsewhere, or maybe not get on that plane... It just strikes you to do or not to do things seemingly out of the blue. You don't plan it, it just happens, and it not always because you're a great planner. And I don't think it's just luck but it does seem to be random at the time the need arises: you are somehow prepared and don't know or remember why.
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