Please help the computer teacher in my Mother's computer class. She needs all the patience and humor you can give her.
Lord, I am sure you remember the last time Mother tried this. She called me every Monday and Wednesday night after class. I knew it was her from the weeping on the other end.
"Mother? What is wrong?"
"Mother?? Tell me. What is wrong?"
"If I could remember how to turn the computer on, I bet the class would be easier!" she would wail and then hang up.
I'd call back, Lord, you remember, and talk with her about writing it all down so that she could remember it. And, Lord, you remember that she and I had this long talk about how it was important to keep trying to learn new things. And, remember??, we discussed how she wasn't too old to learn new things. You remember that, right?
Well, Lord, she has decided to try again. This is why I am talking with you. She just called. Laughing. Hysterically.
"Listen to this question!" she began. "What do you know how to do with email?"
She read a long list of things, including sending it, creating folders, and so forth.
"What did you answer?" I bravely asked.
"What is email?"
Lord, please keep this teacher in your special care. I think she is going to need it.