In the Old Days

A not so disastrous “disaster” stuck our household this week – we lost internet.  It went bye-bye on Wednesday (serve outage…or something) and didn’t return until Monday.  The good news is that paper copy always works.  So we broke out paper maps for navigation, the telephone book for contact information (one with literal white and yellow pages), and an exhaustive concordance for Bible references and study.  And overall, we suffered no ill effects beyond a slight case of annoyance.
It occurred to me, several times actually, as I pined to look up facts, contact people, and be entertained, would I long for God like this if I missed my quiet time?   Would I think about it multiple times a day?  Make a special trip to help it happen?  Is my relationship with Christ always on my mind? 
And as the answer to that question drove me to confession and contemplation, I was less sorry we lost internet.  After all:

• I was forced to ignore my email for five whole days , and no one died,
• I got a lot of work done that I thought would never get done.
• And I was challenged to rely on the King of the Universe more and invite Him into every part of life.