Today’s two-part “Serenity” is called “Apple Remote and Crepe Myrtle as Metaphors for Life.”
My cousin Kathy got Dave and me totally hooked on the series Longmire,which we first binge-watched on Netflix and are now re-watching every night to catch what we missed when we (usually I) fell asleep binging.
Last night, we had a near panic attack when our Apple TV remote started to malfunction. The little slidey pad (pardon my technical language) stopped working, so we couldn’t scroll to our episodes. Finally, I fiddled with it enough to realize the remote (A) probably needed charging and (B) definitely needed cleaning. Long story short: Cleaned it, charged it, back in business.
So . . . it stopped working when we didn’t give it the power source it needed while gradually, over time, clouding it with so much of ourselves that it couldn’t receive clear direction any more. Apple Remote as Metaphor for Life.
I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately. I know. Ungrateful. So many good things have happened to Dave and me over the past year. But we’ve had to work hard, all the time, with no break in sight, to do our part. And sometimes that can get to you.
We’ve always loved sitting on our deck during the summertime and enjoying the little backyard garden we can usually manage there, but this year, we were both too busy to plant anything and keep it watered, so our little backyard paradise is pretty grim. As a result, we haven’t spent much time on the deck.
But yesterday afternoon, I looked out our picture window to the front yard and noticed (finally) that our crepe myrtles, one in particular, are just gorgeous. And we haven’t done a thing to them. They’re a gift from gardening years past—a little something to get us through till we can get over this hump and get our hands in the dirt again.
So . . . sometimes our needs are being met even when we aren't aware of it. We just need to stop focusing on what we don't have and appreciate what's there. Crepe Myrtle As Metaphor For Life.
All I have needed, Thy hands hath provided—
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.
[From “Great Is Thy Faithfulness,” lyrics by Thomas Obediah Chisolm]