We’re Ginnin’ Now

There has been an extended silence around these parts here recently, but I can explain. For the past 30 days or so, my internet has been down, except for five-minute intervals that raised my hopes excruciatingly high that the problem was solved, only to cruelly dash them once more and send me back to ATT’s 1-800 number. In other news, after searching for my cell phone for a couple of days, I found it in the pocket of a pair of shorts . . . which had just been washed. I also locked myself out of the house earlier this week, so I am more convinced than ever of a real, historical Fall.

But it’s a new day. I was able to “break in” the house without actually breaking anything. At my wife’s advice, I left my phone in a bag of rice for a day, and it has made an astonishing comeback. The internet is still a little spotty, but a new modem seems to be helping things there, as well. As we say around here during the cotton harvest, “We’re ginnin’ now.”


About Eric Smith

Sinner saved by the grace of Jesus, husband of Candace, father of Coleman and Crockett, West Tennessean, pastor of Sharon Baptist Church, student at Southern Baptist Theological Seminary.
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