Cellphone, the Good, the Bad and the Overused


Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

It’s my watch, my alarm, my calendar, my voice only contact with the world, my file for “writing” ideas, my blank page for “writing,” my access to my blog/my published books/ Instagram/Facebook, and finally it is what separates me in real “Facetime” from my one, true, intimate relationship.

Am I making eye contact or phone
contact with her? Am I seeing, listening and hearing with a whole heart.

And about that heart: Will I die
using my phone? Will people notice I have died because I don’t seem to be
answering? How have I lived without a cellphone for so many years?

It certainly is a boredom killer. I
am sometimes disappointed when I get to the front of a grocery line because I
am smack in the middle of a great book. The line becomes a transcendent
experience instead of a boring one.

Dear Lord keep me off that…

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Showing Up

“When it comes down to it, that’s what life is all about: showing up for the people you love, again and again, until you can’t show up anymore.” Rebecca Walker, American writer.

My mom used to so appreciate our phone calls as she got older. Lord knows I am a septugenarian and I get it.

When my cell phone lights up with the names of either of our grown children, so does my face. The sound of their voices alone can make my day.

Our Lord has been so so kind in bringing Kristine and me these two beautiful, kindly children. Thank God for their lives.

I think life is all about a path following our Maker, but the journey is surely enhanced by the wonderful opportunity to be a parent.