To be transformed means a change of form or condition.
Transformations can occur in almost any environment. Consider this:
Keller is beginning to sleep through the night on a more consistent basis. When I actually awake, having had six, seven, or even eight hours of uninterrupted sleep: I am transformed.
Waking up with bed head hair, then showering and getting ready for the day: I am transformed.
Taking in the Word of God on a daily basis, and applying it to my life, and acting in faith: I am transformed.
You get the picture. Small changes that amount to significant strides in the betterment of the quality of life.
*****Enter the webcam.*****
If anyone would have told me yesterday that I'd feel like a kid on Christmas morning, awash with a giddy anticipation that overtook all logic and rationale at the thought of finally seeing my husband again, I would have chuckled. Yes, I missed him, but to turn into a puddle of mush? Nah.
Well, call me overcooked oatmeal.
I thought I'd wither and be blown away before he actually got that crazy device hooked up. {cough} About midnight.
I was totally unprepared for the torrent of tears that overtook me as I laid eyes on him for the first time in weeks. His slim-down program was definitely in the works, and his fresh haircut only served to make his distinguished grey head all the more appealing to me.
Those tears gave way to sheer delight, as my GilGuy, true to form, turned the mundane into a barrel of laughs.
Yes, transformed was the name of the game!
From vintage old movies . . .
to neon lights, to crayola markers . . .
to blockhead.
Transformation was the name of the game.
Thank you, to Logitech and Skype! Thank You, Father for technology.
A whole new world of feeling regarded and loved and connected.
:sigh:
Today I feel like a new woman. Call me transformed.
4 comments:
A sight for sore eyes- to be sure!
I almost left you a comment yesterday, as I thought back to when Chris and I were apart (though only for about 3 months). I was going to warn you about the tears. I was so excited when he finally got "plugged in", but all I could do was cry. And one night, he did something so sweet, but I missed him so bad. I ruined it by sobbing in my pillow. He could *hear* me. Poor guy.
Anyway, as you know, the reunions are oh. so. sweet. I hope you two get to be together again soon. :) In the meantime, I'm sure you'll have fun with the camera... *innocent*
or...as you so elogquently put...call you overcooked oatmeal. ha
why isn't a techie store open when I arrive in VA?? hmm, ok, I'll wait until in the morning.
see ya on the skype, chickie! ;)
egaadds! weren't we JUST talking about spelling!! And now I typed the word wrong. ugh. (head hanging down, embarrased a touch...)
eloquently.
e-l-o-q-u-e-n-t-l-y
eloquently.
(I was spelling bee champion of the 7th grade afterall). hhmph!
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