No, I didn’t get frozen in ice.
*laughs at self*
Yes, it’s been a while since I posted. Thanks to my computer shutting down while updating, I have been stranded from the internet for… I’m not sure how long it’s been. Since the last time I posted. 😉
So, that is my apology. And a joke (because jokes always make things better…)
A computer operator received this error message:
THREE THINGS IN LIFE ARE GUARANTEED: TAXES, DEATH, AND COMPUTER CRASHES
GUESS WHICH ONE JUST HAPPNED.
“Please wake up, Betsy,” Alice whispered.
Alice gripped her sister’s hand as she listened to the heart monitor beep. She hadn’t slept in days while her sister was in the hospital, and her face was pale and drawn. Her sister’s white face looked so small on the pillow. Alice bowed her head in silent prayer.
“God, please, heal my sister,” she pleaded silently. “I need her so much. My parents told me when I was young that you listen to every prayer, and that you’ll answer. I know I haven’t been the most faithful,” she gulped back tears, “but I need you to heal Betsy.” Alice laid her head on the hospital bed, struggling to hold back tears. She drifted off to sleep, not noticing when the heart monitor’s beeping slowed and then, finally, stopped.
“Miss Alice?” a nurse asked softly, gently shaking Alice awake. Alice sat up, struggling to hold back a yawn. She looked down at her sister’s still figure. The hand she was still grasping was icy cold.
“I’m sorry, Miss Alice,” the nurse whispered sympathetically. “She-she died only a few minutes ago.
Later that day, Alice dragged her feet in through the autumn leaves that had fallen and covered the sidewalk. She looked up at the gray cloud-covered sky. A single raindrop fell and landed on the end of her nose. She wiped it away harshly.
“God, why didn’t you answer me? I asked you to heal Betsy, but you didn’t,” she whispered angrily.
A voice deep inside her soul whispered to her. I did answer. But I have something better in mind for both of you. Just trust Me.