Nearer, My God, to Thee

July 4, 2018
I am worried about Deep Fake videos. I think we humans have really done it now, and things may have gotten out of hand.  Now comes my brother with an article about people worried about gender language in the Book of Common Prayer.
I wonder if we’re all so worried, each about our particular vision of the common sinking ship, that all we can think to do is rearrange the deck chairs. And argue over it. Or worse.
“Be ye not anxious.”
“Trust God and do the next right thing.”
“Whatever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.”
Dateline:  A sunporch on Evangeline.  Where I’m supposed to ride my elliptical, but have been slacking off.
A vision came:  A  vertical consolidation, with shelves.  That’s the ticket!
I drove to Hobby Lobby, store coupon happily in hand.  The clerk said, this coupon applies only to regular price items, and our furniture is always on sale.  I said, so always on sale means that’s the regular price, right?  Good try!
Next hurdle: folding the rack flat and wrestling it out the old-fashioned Hobby Lobby doors to my car.  Next hurdle: will it fit?  Yes, on the diagonal in the cabin, one end resting on my yoga bag, the other end occupying the front passenger seat.
Next hurdle: wrestling it into the house and positioning it, then reading the dire warning to bolt it to the wall, lest it pitch forward and flatten someone.  Next hurdle: securing the top of it to the corner of the sunporch, which I did with an eye bolt and a purse strap.  This took some engineering I didn’t know I had in me.
Then I had to decorate the thing.  This entailed wandering around the house for knickknacks.  Along the way, I discovered dust, and other things that needed attention…
As to the loading of the shelves, I finally settled on the essentials, which after all was the original vision.
All this took three hours.  After recovering a bit, I tried out my new exercise area.
Imago Dei:  After six days of creating and one day of rest, She said,  “Behold, it is very good.”  And like house work and other projects, ever with us. Close inspection of the picture below shows a slat askew…

Author: Phoebe Dishman

Phoebe H. Dishman was born and raised in Beaumont, Texas. She is a wife, mother, and grandmother. An essayist and poet, she teaches adult Sunday school, compiles a monthly prayer calendar, edits the Big Thicket Association quarterly bulletin, and keeps a keen eye and ear open for birds.

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