Hitting Reset

My man and I have this running joke. Whenever my laptop or desktop aren’t working, and I’ve tried everything I know of to fix ‘em, I threaten to take ‘em down to the lake bank and toss ‘em in—lock, stock, and modem. I’m never really tempted do make good on it, I just like hearing Phil say, “Now Shellie…” If I had a dollar for every time that dear laid back man of mine has said “Now, Shellie…” in the last thirty years I could replace the offending computers at will, or hire my own full time All Things Southern computer geek.

There’s also a bit of a family connection in my threat, on my side, anyway. I don’t know that Phil’s branch of the tree has a history of appliance abuse but I grew up hearing my Papa threaten to throw various malfunctioning machines in the back yard. For the record, he never did it either, and most of his threats were made in a joking manner, too. Most of ‘em…

For the record, I suggest using the reset button instead, and not just with your electronic devices. Sure, turning them on and off when they’re acting snippy can fix a multitude of problems, but I’ve found it much more useful, not to mention, eternally consequential to hit reset on myself! That’s the bigger issue here, as my reactions to life’s daily dramas impacts lives other than my own. Yours do, too.

A wise man named Alexander Whyte often told his Edinburgh congregation that the victorious Christian life is “a series of new beginnings.” I like that. If we bear the name of Jesus Christ, let’s be every mindful to wear it well. It’s my habit to set my mind on Christ at the onset of every day, but my aim is to be ever quicker to hit reset as often as needed through the day. True, with my close proximity to this screen that may be necessary morning, noon, and night—but I can’t think of a nicer way to spend the day than running back and forth to the throne!

Hugs,
Shellie