Restore

My daughter leaned into the study, "Mom, does restoring your iTouch erase everything? It keeps asking me, 'Are you sure you want to do this?' -- but it's not like I have a choice . . ."

Restore! What a metaphor for this word nerd!

Are you sure you want to "restore?" Think about it. Do you have a choice?

What if you could truly restore your life, or some facet of it, to the "factory settings" -- the way things were before little bits and bytes of corruption crept into the code . . .

I submit that when it's time to restore, we really have no choice. Bless God, who alone holds that precious code and knows how to restore with gentleness!

[insert cleansing breath]

Oh, I think it best that I leave the metaphor before I muck up anything worth contemplating. Perhaps it is too late. ;-/ I leave it with you to draw your own thoughts from it.

In the meantime . . .

Want to consider another metaphor with me? (It's not another of my weak little stabs at figurative language, I promise.) When is the last time you read Psalm 23 and asked the LORD to make it fresh for you? To see Him in all His tenderness as your Shepherd?

"He restores my soul . . ." That is where I began; but as I read, the entire psalm came alive for me, phrase by phrase.

Restore. No longer a metaphor.



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* For the hapless reader who stumbles upon this page and chooses to extract some spiritual significance from the metaphor, let me be quick to say that I'm implying no original innocence or basic goodness in the natural state of mankind. Pardon my need to clarify and the brief station identification. ;-)