God who spans the infinite universe, I have this feeling you are rolling your eyes at me while I face my computer woes.
Poverty and illness rage across our planet, and I’m here cursing my crashed computer.
First world problems- right?
And yet, my writing is what keeps my soul engaged in the world. My work is to advocate for a fair universe. Wouldn’t a working computer help such a call?
(I know you are still rolling your eyes at me, God…)
Until I get this computer up and running again, give me serenity in my soul as I want to shout at the evil blank screen. May I find that the world will still revolve, and I will find ways of working until this fallible machine is running again.
(Feel free to keep rolling your eyes at me, God. And, as you do, help me find humor in these glitches.)