For the G's - One Alabaster Jar

I've been reading some Job lately, and I'm starting to see what morons his friends were.  He's lamenting his situation, trying to figure out what went wrong, and all his friends can give him are solutions on how to fix the problem.  How his actions just aren't good enough, his thoughts aren't correct, and really, his God just isn't big enough to care or listen or handle his frustration.

My dear sweet friends, the G's, have lost their baby.  This little one would have been born in January.  There had been some complications, but they wanted to have the baby God wanted them to have - problems and all.  And now this child we never knew is back in the hand of God.

I've been here in Maryland now for 4 weeks -- this is the first time I've cried.  My heart is broken, my soul is crushed, and my spirit yearns to be revived.  I love this family and their children are just as precious to me as if they were my own.  And now, I'll never know one of them.

Yet, my tears can't begin to match those I anticipate to fall on the cheeks of my friends.  The single solace I can provide is this:

Psalm 56:8

You keep track of all of my sorrows

You have collected all my tears in your bottle.

You have recorded each one in your book.

Our God is big enough - to take the blows, to hold the heart, and to catch every tear - cherishing and valuing the fullness of each drop.

So, cry, my dear, precious friends.  And know there is a beautiful jar being held by our great God.  One alabaster jar. 

Test results - negative

It didn't work -- the test was a bust --- grrrr --- take three!!!

Thanks for all your help with the tests -- they aren't doing what I need them to do.

Not giving up, will find a way, must do so to keep my job.  Just kidding -- i can lose my job other ways.  

But, will figure this thing out.

Getting all techno

When I was in the 2nd grade or so, my dad made the first computer on which I ever really spent any time.  That Apple IIe clone had its fair share of "Type Attack" and "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?"  And if you were cool, that catchy tune just jingled in your noggin'.

Sadly, with such training in the genes I have a knack for figuring out computer-y things.  Don't get me started on how much I actually know about running a sound board, or figuring out how to run Excel -- which all the ladies at OPC may still call me about!  Or, if there is some quirk in any electrical system, I can generally figure it out.  Some call it crazy, I call it clueging -- I can't phonetically figure out how my dad would have spelled that word -- as Thomas Jefferson once said, "It's a free country, I can spell things however I'd like."  Haha!  Take that spelling teachers.  Digression!  Basically, you give me a problem and I'll find some means of fixing it.  My Uncle Wyatt has demonstrated this fine skill as has my brother Steve -- the other two aren't quite adept at it, but my sister-in-law Donna has it down!

At my new job, we are trying to create new website methods -- mainly blogs.  And guess who is figuring things out!?!?  Yeah!  Me!  Now that I think of it, someone might have already got it down here in the office, but what fun would that be?  The current pursuit is to figure out how to post documents, potentially post forms, etc for our ministries.

Here's my test of the document post -- c'mon, be a guinea pig.  They're so cute and fuzzy.

http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dhdcgh2m_0gwwzrddm

I think I've figured it out.  And I'm using this site to determine how it actually works.  You can read the test doc -- it might make you laugh, chuckle, ok just smile.  Thanks for your help.

Now to figure out how to unsubscribe from a rouge blog.  

Techno Out!