Not
much time this morning. It’s 5:30 a.m.
and we are about to head out to the church for our Bethlehem Market Craft
Fair. Cailyn spent the night with us,
and she is already up and at ‘em.
I
did want to reveal to the world that I have officially reached the milestone
that many have achieved before me. My
cell phone died. Not just feels bad, mind you. The thing is dead. The twenty-something girl at the AT&T
store couldn’t even get it to take a charge.
I don’t know. Maybe she was too
old. Either way, it is gone. Kaput.
And
I am now the befuddled owner of one of those iPhone 6s machines. It recognizes my fingerprint, so I don’t have
to type in the entry code. It has a
better quality camera. It has a stronger
screen. It knows when I am sleeping and
it knows when I’m awake. It knows when
I’ve been bad or good. Oh, for goodness
sake. I’m carrying around Santa Claus in
my pocket.
1
Peter 1:21 says, “Through him you believe
in God, who raised him from the dead and glorified him, and so your faith and
hope are in God.”
Father,
please use this event today for your glory.
Amen.
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