‘If it was a pound note you’d find it’ – my Dad’s response when I couldn’t find something as a child.
I’m sure in Canada it would be more like ‘If it was a snake it’d bite you’
How many times a day do you search for something – online or otherwise.
Billions of searches are carried out each day on search engines and networking sites. What is everyone looking for?
In the States the hot google searches today are MLB drafts, Kurtz Busch, Pay Check Fairness Act and Bachelorette.
We are so fascinated by the celebrities with the most searched for person being Justin Bieber, followed by Kim Kardashian. #Nintendo is popular on twitter today, the company at E3 hoping that the new Wii U will take them to the top again.
I could go on…
Actually, once you to start to search for what is searched its pretty fascinating what fascinates.
The Collins Clan search daily on our preferred google.
In the last few days we have searched for:
Phil’s hotel location, he’s on a retreat in Banff with a few pastors and Bill Hybels (glad I reread – Hybels had changed to hovels)
Trail traffic on Phil’s run in Banff
Volcanoes and Gold facts for school projects. Moshi monsters for Josiah. And me, someone just followed me on twitter who confessed to being ‘clourophobic’ I ran to the dictionary search.
But you all know what Clourophobia is right?
And as I write, believe it or not. What is playing on the radio? This!
Oh the mystery of it all…
Alongside Google I spend a lot of time searching for items in my house. Keys mostly. Other regulars are iPods and TV remotes. This is where an OCD tendency would rear its head. I. Can. Not. Stop. Until. Found.
One of the fun things about my blog is the stats section. Here I can find out how many visitors drop by, the countries they visit from (big shout out to my Icelandic readers today) and how they came by my blog. Whether signed up to receive updates, links from other blogs or through searching.
Visitors often arrive from a random search. It’s 50/50, some search ‘Michelle Collins Pastor’s Wife Kelowna’ I’m guessing that’s me or ‘Michelle’s Musings’ Then there are the other half who are mostly looking for Michelle Collins the actress (Coronation Street) in the UK. Everyday someone, somewhere writes ‘Michelle Collins Sex’ – at which they are led to my review of Mark Driscoll’s book on ‘Real Marriage and Sex‘ Not sure that’s what the original search had in mind, then there’s ‘Michelle Collins Ass’ where the searching one is led to my post on ‘Balaam’s Donkey‘
I’d like to say a Hi to you visitors today who have found my post through various searches. Thank you for visiting, why not leave me a comment or maybe even sign up to receive regular musings.
Who knows where your search might lead.
You can be sure that all of my posts have a common thread.
I found myself off the rails, my head or the planet.
I found myself stumbling in the dark.
I found myself in the early hours of the morning wondering where, actually who am I?
I found myself lost.
Until one night.
I found myself lying on the ground. Bruised. Cut. Shocked.
A crushed car after a head on collision. A crushed me.
I knew it was time to be found.
As God searched for this hiding Eve in the garden.
His grace and mercy shining light on the darkness that had so engulfed.
I allowed myself to be found by His love.
Psalm 139 for you
God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.
I’m an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back; I’m never out of your sight.
You know everything I’m going to say before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you’re there, then up ahead and you’re there, too—
Your reassuring presence, coming and going. This is too much, too wonderful—
I can’t take it all in! Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you’re there! If I go underground, you’re there!
If I flew on morning’s wings to the far western horizon,
You’d find me in a minute— you’re already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I’m immersed in the light!”
It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
All the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.
Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful! God, I’ll never comprehend them!
I couldn’t even begin to count them— any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
What was the last thing you searched for online?
Talk to me – answer in comments!