Sometimes, God uses the most (seemingly) innocuous things to show me something. Normally, when this happens, I can’t even pretend not to see what’s going on. It’s right there. That happened today. What I thought was a story that I thought my husband would never be able to live down (and likely won’t), is really an example of how God desires to keep me plugged in. All the way all the time.
We recently upgraded our DVR. To do this, we needed to trade out our cable card from the old DVR to the new one. No biggie…except, when we did, it didn’t work. It loaded 72% of the information and then stopped. We called our cable company who spent a couple hours trying to help us rectify the problem to no avail. Finally, we came to the conclusion that there must be a problem with the card itself. They sent out a new one which arrived today.
Great! So, we put in the new one. Surely, this one won’t give us any issues, right? Wrong. Again, it loaded 72% of the information and stopped. I called my cable company again and spoke to a lovely but painfully stumped gentleman who suggested I disconnect my current DVR and try the old one. I knew that once the card was in the new one, it wouldn’t really work in the old one without being reactivated for that one. That wasn’t really a good option. So, I decided to call the DVR company. A friendly guy answered and we decided to go through step by step to make sure nothing was amiss – it didn’t make sense that two cards would give me the same issue.
As it turns out, when my husband hooked up the DVR, he forgot to plug in the coax. Opps. The signal from the cable company gets sent from the coax to the cable card. So, it doesn’t matter (ouch, God, ouch) what was inside the box, if the box wasn’t connected to the source, the box was useless.
I have this friend…
I love my friend. He’s one of my best friends. We’ve been through a lot together. He’s been there for me through some of the most trying and hardest times of my life. He loves my kids fiercely and they love him back. He’s my family. I thank God that I have my friend in my life. I have a very very good friend.
He’s also opinionated. Very opinionated. He takes hard stands on subjects that…he…doesn’t always have the…full experience to understand. That’s life. We all do that. We all form our opinions based on our life experiences. Some of us can see things from the perspective of others; some of us have a harder time with that. All of us filter our take on the world through our understanding of the world.
However, this can make relationships sticky. So sticky, that it’s been months since I last spoke to my friend. It doesn’t matter why (well, not to anyone but us), but, I’ve let history, present, words, my life and my reasons keep me from talking to someone who means the world to me. That’s been interesting because his wife is also one of my best friends. In the time since he and I last spoke, she came for a two week visit two my house. Alone.
My grandfather likes to ask, “do you like to be right, or reconciled?” That does seem to be the question. It’s not like my reasons for avoiding him are bad ones. My friends have been pretty understanding and I felt pretty satisfied as no one called me out. They were valid and understandable and blah blah blah…
All of that made sense to me until today, when I realized that I was unplugged from the source. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 is a scripture that most people can quote easily. Interestingly, just as easily we forget the first three verses: “If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.”
You guys have gotten to know me pretty well through this blog, I know a lot of scripture. I’m a pretty nice person. What you see here is pretty much what there is to me. I’ve always been pretty good at memorizing scripture and being able to use an every day experience for the purpose of a lesson or sermon-like blog. Learning comes pretty easily to me. Like my DVR with the cable card, what’s inside of me is seemingly pretty great. But, if I’m not plugged in, if I forget who I am, if I forget how to love, what’s the point?
I love my friend. I really do. I love him dearly. I once spent hours telling him how awesome he was because he genuinely didn’t know. I’m an encourager and I like to think of myself as the personal encourager of my friends. – especially this friend. Somehow, in the past few months, I stopped being plugged in. I got tired. I got weary. I got stressed and worn out. That happens to the best of us. But, when we’re connected to God, we get the Psalm 23 spa treatment – green pastures, quiet waters, restored soul.
I don’t know when I stopped being plugged in or when one of the most important people in my world started receiving the brunt of that punishment. Here’s what I do know: you’re more than my best friend, you’re my family. I don’t give up on family. I don’t walk away. I don’t stop being who I am or let us stop being who we are over a disagreement that (technically) hasn’t even happened yet. No matter who you are or what you do or where you go, I will always have your back the same way you’ve always had mine. And I am sorry enough that I forgot that, I wrote this to let you know.
So, fellow bloggers and best friend, remember to stay connected. And when you’re not, remember to say you’re sorry.
To my friend, my gift to you is the permission to tease the husby for all eternity. I mean, really, who forgets to plug in the coax?! Oh, wait….I kinda did that, too. Oops.
I wonder what a Level 1 Unplugged Coax would have for Bad Stuff? 😉