I got over it and we had a good time. After dinner, we moved to the den, home to the ginormous HD stereo TV. The Grammy’s were on and we all settled in to watch. At one point, I noticed four of the seven of us, were on our cell phones texting, googling and I’m not sure what else. We don’t go out to get away anymore. We include the outside in on a constant basis. I’m not complaining, that’s the way it is. Like indoor plumbing— there’s no going back to an outhouse for the nostalgia value.
It’s because we live in this world of intentional interruption and welcome disturbance, that it’s even more important to make time to pray. Fit it into a sound bite if you must, but get away with the One, who gives you the full attention you deserve.
Thank you for helping me to disconnect,
if only for a short time.
No television or computer.
No social media or texting.
Rather, fresh air and pungent smells,
Pointed sounds and colorful sights,
Surprising tastes and varied textures.
Genuine, caring people.
Thank you for replacing those sometimes
wasted electronic moments,
with true connections.
Family and friends,
Love and laughter.
New memories I'll cherish forever.
Most of all,
Help me to stay connected to You.
Let me not become so consumed,
so distracted by gadgets and remote controls,
that I forget the source
of my strength, my peace, my hope.