I always look forward to that day when it is time to renew my cell phone contract, and I am eligible for a new phone. The cell phone is always sweeter on this side of the contract. (Sorry–couldn’t resist.) Surely, surely there is one perfect phone out there. My old model was a pretty good one—easy to use, had my kind of bells and whistles—but the signal just wasn’t as strong as I wanted. So I began the search last weekend.

I finally settled on a Nokia because of its signal strength and stability. Yes, it takes pictures. Yes, it takes videos. Who cares?

After signal strength, I value polyphonic ringtones, group ringtone capacity, and a voice recorder. The speakerphone, a new feature for me, is great as well. And, yes, I caved and got bluetooth https://www.joom.com/en/best/logitech-mx-anywhere-2s-software

There is always a learning curve with a new phone, especially when switching brands. Throw a new bluetooth headset into the fray, and the result is Keystone Cops.

My daughter called me at work a couple of days after getting my new phone. Understand that I work in a quiet office for a boss who doesn’t want us talking on the phone—cell or otherwise. One of my coworkers said, “Oh, there’s that pretty music again!” Uh oh, it’s my cell phone which was sitting on my desk. It’s too new for me to recognize the ring tones yet. I dove to answer it before it rang again https://www.joom.com/en/best/rj45-crimping-tool.

I flipped open the case, said hello, and…..nothing. Puzzled, I heard a far-away voice saying, “Hello? Hello?” Jeepers! I forgot I had the bluetooth on. I was trying to run down the phone battery all the way (per the manual) so I could recharge it.

I grabbed the bluetooth headset and tried to put it on my ear. I could not for the life of me figure out which way it went. Meanwhile, the far-away voice kept repeating, “Hello? Hello?”

“Just a minute!” I shouted into the end of the headset, hoping she could hear me. I started to giggle.

I hit the button on the phone that I believed would convert the call back to the handset. It didn’t. Instead, I had put my daughter on speakerphone, and now the whole office was hearing my call. I started pushing buttons again and thought I had disconnected her. Oh, well, I’ll call her back https://www.joom.com/en/best/goddess-locs

I pushed the speed dial button. A message popped up telling me, “You can’t do that!” A red stop sign reading “error” accentuated the point. Huh? Weird. I was trying to figure out what would cause that strange error message when I heard a voice in the background shouting, “Hello? Hello?” Ay yi yi. I couldn’t call her back because she was still on my line! I had put myself back in bluetooth mode, the headset laying on my desk.

I fumbled with the phone buttons some more. I pressed the button on my bluetooth to turn it off, and the phone screen went blank. I pressed a https://www.joom.com/en/best/cute-ghost-costume to turn on the backlight and realized my battery had picked that exact moment to finally die.

I dug in my briefcase and found the phone charger, plugged it into the Tiffany-style lamp on my desk, and hit speed dial again.

“Helloooooo…I figured you would call me back when you got things under control.”

I was laughing so hard I could barely talk.

Thankfully my co-workers kept right on working and didn’t give me a hard time about my inability to cope under stress. Ha! Now my not-so-willing husband is required to call me regularly so I can practice answering the phone.

Blindness

As a child, did you ever close your eyes and try to walk with a yardstick or a baseball bat to see what it felt like to be blind? I can remember doing that. Imagining what it would be like to be permanently in the dark was scary, though I could never quite imagine it. My eyes would fly open in self defense, spoiling my experiment. It was terrifying to think about never seeing colors again. Or faces. Or TV. Or my dog. I prayed that God would never let that happen to me https://www.joom.com/en/best/mens-gogo-boots.

A man I know had surgery. Three of them, actually, all in one day. The first was to remove a pituitary tumor, the second immediately after to remove a blood clot, and the third that night to try to restore his eyesight. He was not blind when he entered the first surgery, but afterward, and after one week of healing, he has no eyesight in either eye. Blind. He is a young man, married, with 2 children.

How would his final day before surgery have been different had he known this would happen? Would he have looked at his daughter’s face a little longer, looking deeply into her sweet eyes? Would he have run his fingers through his wife’s hair, watching https://www.joom.com/en/best/glass-kerosene-lampscascade through his hands as he memorized how the light danced on the strands? Would he have spent time looking in the mirror at himself to burn the image into his brain? Would he have focused more on others and less on himself? Would he have mended broken relationships?

If God chooses not to restore his eyesight, will he regret not taking more time that last day instead of rushing through in the usual manner? If only we could know what was coming and could be ready. What would we do? How would we prepare for our lives to change in an instant?

I don’t know. But I think we are meant to enjoy every minute of life that God gives us—even finding something to appreciate in the bad parts. And to especially enjoy those people who love us. The very people we would have to depend on https://www.joom.com/en/best/scottish-cap if something went wrong.

Look deeply into the eyes of your loved ones today. See them.

Really see them.

for one more day

DH and I really enjoyed reading the book for one more day by Mitch Albom. (See it in my Book Room.) Though a small book, easily read, it is a very interesting story of a man looking back at his life through a strange gift of one more day with his mother. It was a day he had always wished he could “take back”, do over. This is definitely a book about relationships–specifically the main character’s relationships with his parents.

NCN!

Red alert! Red alert! “This message has been sent with high importance!” NCN!

That is my favorite email of the day. Every afternoon, at some point, the alert comes to my work email box. Sometimes I send my reply immediately, other times I just answer the call. In person.

It all started a few weeks ago when my page https://www.joom.com/en/best/logitech-m720-triathlon-multi-device-wireless-mouse, Karen, summoned me to come to her department, which is next to mine.

“Look what I have.” It was a small brown box tied with a pink ribbon. A box exactly the color of chocolate. Karen ceremoniously untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside, two beautiful handmade chocolates snuggled next to each other in paper liners. Karen recommended that we taste them, and I did not decline.

Very carefully cutting them in half, we sampled the heavenly concoctions. I don’t think we spoke for a few moments as we mmmmmmmmed and ooooooohed our way to our happy place. I thanked Karen and went back to my desk to finish my day, a much happier person.

Lo and behold, I had a birthday shortly thereafter. Sitting on my desk was a chocolate-colored box with an orange ribbon. My mouth began to https://www.joom.com/en/best/selenite-crystals. As much as I would have loved to snarf down those delicacies all by myself, I thought it would be even more fun to share. So, once a day, I took them to Karen’s breakroom and shared the bounty. When the last one was gone, I was reveling in how wonderful the experience had been. Then, Karen did it.

“I think we should make this a habit.” Well, of course, I was all over that! So, every afternoon, the alert comes: NCN! (Need Chocolate Now!) The high point of my day! I wish I had tasteavision. Smellavision just wouldn’t do it. These chocolates must be experienced with the taste buds.

Now, we take turns purchasing them. We both agree that https://www.joom.com/en/best/ball-pit-balls-bulk are better than Godiva. Our company will close for several days for Christmas, so I am planning a field trip to the chocolate shop during the holidays. Is your mouth watering yet? Check it out here.

Life Lessons

This tree was not like any I had noticed before. It was somewhat isolated at the edge of a meadow, set apart from the other trees in the surrounding grove, as if an outcast. In Texas most trees stand up straight and tall. Not this one. It was a very large tree, obviously quite old. However, for some unknown reason, it had bent just above the base of the trunk and had grown somewhat perpendicular to the ground. Now that is strange enough by itself. But, what really struck me were the branches.

The lower two-thirds of the tree was smooth https://www.joom.com/en/best/prusa-mk3. A full set of branches, bushy with leaves, sat at the very top of the tree. Both sides near the top were also covered with clusters of branches, dried leaves still clinging. The result was a tree bending backward, as if looking to Heaven, raising its arms to God, waiting with arms wide open to receive something. Or was it giving something?

I was instantly reminded of the Scripture that talks of how even the rocks will cry out to God. How human-like that tree is! How smart that tree is! It is situated in a very unusual stance, way outside the box of good reason. Why hasn’t gravity caused that tree to sag or to collapse? https://www.joom.com/en/best/ok-boomer-shirt doesn’t appear to have been compromised in the least. It is strong, performing its duty, holding back nothing.

Maybe I identified with that tree because I feel “bent over”, wrongly reshaped by external forces attacking my foundation. I think I can chew on the lessons to be learned from this brief encounter for quite some time. Worship your Creator. Bloom where you are planted. Overcome. Receive. Wait. Be ready. Give https://www.joom.com/en/best/papasan-chair-cushion. Be happy no matter what.

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