(Excerpt from Ch. 15 "Wordsmithing on my summit" from Leona's book-in-progress)
Dear Lord,
I'm in a dilemma. When I have a computer problem in my word processing, my high tech sons keep telling me, "Just be logical, Mom!" I have a hard time trying to do that.
I’m not complaining, Lord—just
putting in a request through channels. My valued Guardian Angel has
been faithfully with me 24/7 since my conception. I really appreciate
him. You created him smart as a whip, wise, alert, skillful, and
powerful as are all Your heavenly messengers. He is multi-gifted and
he helps me multi-task. He does marvels for me in every area of my life. But, forgive me for mentioning it, perhaps he is not too sharp in the technical department.
Be that as it may, Lord, I really need a
Techy Angel to assist him in these highly specialized days in which I
live as I try to serve you through my published words.
My four sons give me immeasurable help
in computer technology and provide me with state-of-the-art equipment. But
they are still mortal and limited and not always available to help me. Of course, being more skillful and experienced than I am, they lovingly scold me when I’ve got into some
computer confusion. They first ask me accusingly what I did to get
myself into this fix. That intimidates me! Usually I don't know. My sons keep telling me
that I should simply follow the prompts to solve my own problems. I honestly can’t, Lord, because
sometimes I really don’t even know what the questions or options mean in order to make a decision. I hesitate to venture into unknown
areas “above my pay grade.”
My loving sons always do come through
to rescue me and give me a new start. Without doubt they have their
own Guardian Angels who are probably more tech-savvy than mine. He helps me with the creative stuff. Forgive my adult
boys, Lord—sometimes they shout at the computer calling it stupid
in their anger when they themselves may have hit a brick wall trying to figure out a certain problem.
When I get into some unsolvable-to-me
computer predicament, my son Rick can even magically guide my cursor
from another location without being present with me. Awesome! He tells
me just to sit back, and I watch the monitor with amazement while he guides the cursor here and there in the
squigglies of computer language, right at the heart of this thing. He makes his way around in its inner workings like a brain surgeon.
That’s so much like You, Lord, when You take over to solve some
life mess I’ve made. I relax and let you do the driving.
But I’d really like to have a Techy
Angel on duty all the time to assist my Guardian Angel because I’m
so often frustrated with the hardware and the software. You’ve
given me a dominant right brain and I deal primarily with creatively
processing words to help people draw closer to You. I can’t seem to
think in a technical direction. It was so simple in my earliest days of
writing when all I needed was a black manual Underwood
typewriter whose carriage you had to push back to start another line
and you had to use “White-out” fluid for corrections and onion
skin paper and carbon paper for copies. And there was no such thing
as a printer.
Oh no, Lord, I wouldn’t want to
regress from the marvelous ease of this technological and
electronic age! Certainly I wouldn’t like to go back to how it was
with a manual typewriter—or to a quill and parchment or chiseling
words in stone! Thank you for all the advancements at my disposal to
accomplish the divine tasks of Your Kingdom!
But the vehicle of writing
and publishing these days seems to demand a stronger left brain. Lacking that, I
need a Techy Angel with a left brain to help me. If You want to send a human one, I
will be so grateful. If you send an invisible angel, brilliant and
mighty directly from Your Throne Room, that would be so cool! I’d
take good care of him, feed him angel food cake, and laud and applaud
him. It would make my writing life a whole lot easier, thank You.
Your created and redeemed
mortal with an Eternal Destiny,
Leona
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