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I have a new battery in my laptop. Since I always use my computer on AC power, I was in no hurry to replace it when it gave up a few months ago, but there were side effects that I had not counted on. One of them was a frightful blue screen that appeared while I was on a trip to Niagara Falls a few weeks ago. It seems that the short term memory is lost when I unplug it and transport it without a battery. And so the computer forgot who it was and why it was here and I had to run a diagnostic to tell it where to look for this basic information (yes, I use blatant personification for many inanimate objects).

I unplugged my computer a few minutes ago, just to give the new battery a little test run. It says I have 4 hours and 23 minutes of battery life left. Wow, the initial factory-supplied battery never gave me that kind of mileage! I could not make it through a 90 minute movie without plugging in! This is sweet!

Reserve power is important in my life as well. I won't always have optimum access to energy and truth and encouragement and consistent good input. And when those times come, and they always do, what am I running on? Do I crash and forget who I am and what I am about, questioning everything from the existence of God to why I am still living and working here?

Or do I have a reserve, a basic remembrance of who God made me to be and why he has me here at this point in time? Do I remember that I exist through grace and am never far from it? Do I know that even though I feel unplugged, this is temporary and I am never alone without hope? I say YES to the last three questions. This is faith.

I love my battery. 4 hours and 17 minutes left.
This is Niagara Falls, source of much hydro-electric power.

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