Awareness
My husband Dale ran the Boston Marathon in 2018. It was one of the coldest/worst weathered Boston Marathon's of all time.
The rain was relentless.
The cold piercing.
Sheets of water fell from the sky, to lie on the ground, to be waded over by the crowds.
I had my two children with me.
Two children, a one-seated stroller, hoards of people, freezing, drenched. All of this was an experience I hope to never re-experience.
Now, watching our man accomplish a life goal and see all the other runners- that was inspirational and I hope to see that again.
Had I been thinking I wouldn't have thought to do a thing I did.
I learned a lesson because I did do this thing. I'd like to tell what it was.
Here's my tale:
Me, "I'll bring this brand new iPad and perhaps I can entertain our children while we're waiting to watch Dale finish the race."
Me again, "It has this "waterproof" case- I'll wrap it in plastic. I'll place it in the backpack and put it under the stroller. It will be fine."
Me after all this, "You ought to reconsider all of this. It's raining. You shouldn't."
I didn't reconsider.
I took it.
We didn't use it
Of course it rained sheets of rain. Of course everything was drench.
Nothing was spared.
Naturally the water penetrated the backpack, plastic bag, and "waterproof case".
I was honestly devastated when I came to the realization of my mistake.
Seems quite silly, but I was very unforgiving of myself.
I had this feeling that if I never lost hope, and I never let myself think that it was completely ruined, that it would work again.
So I kept hoping.
We brought the iPad home and I put it in rice like they recommend.
I kept on hoping.
I just knew it would work if I thought it would.
It didn't turn on for a few days and then it did, but it didn't stay on.
I kept hoping.
It gradually started working a little at a time.
There were some watermarks and it didn't function as well as it did before but it worked.
It worked.
As time went on it started working better and better.
This experience was a lesson to me-
the power of hope, the importance of the individual to God; his awareness of our needs and wants.
It sounds so silly and ridiculous to be so heartbroken over a broken iPad, but I was.
It was basically brand new, we had spent a lot of money on it; I hate wasting money, it is painful to me to waste money.
So to me it mattered.
It really mattered to me.
It was a real testament to me of our Heavenly Father's love and that he knows what matters to us;
even the things that don't matter to others or seem they shouldn't matter.
Hope is a powerful way to unleash the power of God.
I don't think hope works this way all the time, but I think God is aware of us and when he can, and if it isn't to our detriment, he will help us.
I also believe that the times he doesn't it's with a bigger purpose in mind.
I'm grateful he gave me the iPad experience to make me more aware of his awareness of me.
The rain was relentless.
The cold piercing.
Sheets of water fell from the sky, to lie on the ground, to be waded over by the crowds.
I had my two children with me.
Two children, a one-seated stroller, hoards of people, freezing, drenched. All of this was an experience I hope to never re-experience.
Now, watching our man accomplish a life goal and see all the other runners- that was inspirational and I hope to see that again.
Had I been thinking I wouldn't have thought to do a thing I did.
I learned a lesson because I did do this thing. I'd like to tell what it was.
Here's my tale:
Me, "I'll bring this brand new iPad and perhaps I can entertain our children while we're waiting to watch Dale finish the race."
Me again, "It has this "waterproof" case- I'll wrap it in plastic. I'll place it in the backpack and put it under the stroller. It will be fine."
Me after all this, "You ought to reconsider all of this. It's raining. You shouldn't."
I didn't reconsider.
I took it.
We didn't use it
Of course it rained sheets of rain. Of course everything was drench.
Nothing was spared.
Naturally the water penetrated the backpack, plastic bag, and "waterproof case".
I was honestly devastated when I came to the realization of my mistake.
Seems quite silly, but I was very unforgiving of myself.
I had this feeling that if I never lost hope, and I never let myself think that it was completely ruined, that it would work again.
So I kept hoping.
We brought the iPad home and I put it in rice like they recommend.
I kept on hoping.
I just knew it would work if I thought it would.
It didn't turn on for a few days and then it did, but it didn't stay on.
I kept hoping.
It gradually started working a little at a time.
There were some watermarks and it didn't function as well as it did before but it worked.
It worked.
As time went on it started working better and better.
This experience was a lesson to me-
the power of hope, the importance of the individual to God; his awareness of our needs and wants.
It sounds so silly and ridiculous to be so heartbroken over a broken iPad, but I was.
It was basically brand new, we had spent a lot of money on it; I hate wasting money, it is painful to me to waste money.
So to me it mattered.
It really mattered to me.
It was a real testament to me of our Heavenly Father's love and that he knows what matters to us;
even the things that don't matter to others or seem they shouldn't matter.
Hope is a powerful way to unleash the power of God.
I don't think hope works this way all the time, but I think God is aware of us and when he can, and if it isn't to our detriment, he will help us.
I also believe that the times he doesn't it's with a bigger purpose in mind.
I'm grateful he gave me the iPad experience to make me more aware of his awareness of me.
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