Iím not very good with computers,
most of the time I can get mine to crash.
When Iím told I must download some information, I can set aside an hour or two for a 20-minute program. You see my computer was made during WWII, and takes eight days to do one thing. If you want to know what I want for ChristmasÖ.
Yesterday I tried to retrieve some data from my bank. After the fifth try I just called them. I found I could download things much quicker into my head.
I didnít know how bad I was until I was asked to upload something. I patiently filled out the forms, and type in the information, but when I try to send it, it disappeared.
Have you every seen a grown man cry?
Iím glad that uploading to that big computer in the sky is way easier.
Now itís God that has to have that everlasting patience. But you know He is good at that. Plus he already knows what you need.
When He gives me the answers to my cries. He makes it plain and simple. Iím so glad. But wouldnít you know, after He sends it, true to my hopeless form, I hit the wrong key and erase it.
Do you know how hard it is to ask God to repeat Himself??