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Thursday, December 11, 2003

me vs. the copier

After noticing that I've been feeling really down, Dennis rearranged his schedule so that I could see him last night, which is reason #41,295 why he completely rocks. We stayed in and relaxed and I got the first really good night's sleep I've had in a long time. So I'm feeling a lot better today.

Larry the iPod and I are getting along well. I'm not sure that I'm in love with the FM transmitter for my car; I think I need to mess with it a bit more. But Larry himself is nifty.

To make up for my overall-better frame of mind, the machines are rebelling. We had a brief power outage earlier today and ever since then, I can't get my computer to print to the digital copier. So I'm going to have to do the bulletins the old fashioned way, and duplicate them from hard copies. Tomorrow I will spend the day tracking down this little gremlin. I love the digital copier; it replaced the Evil Bad Horrible No-Good Copier last year, and we've had an excellent relationship, but the network part of it is a little flaky and voodoo-ish. And definitely something I want to deal with tomorrow, when I don't have an audience and I'm not up against a deadline. In the meantime, I will just glare at it and make disparaging remarks about its parentage.
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Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Keep Me Open To Your Holy Spirit

Dear Lord, forgive me for projecting my present condition into the future. If I feel dark, the future looks dark; if I feel bright, the future looks bright. But who am I to know what life will be like for me tomorrow, next week, next year, or ten years from now? Who am I to know who you will be for me in the year ahead? Lord, I will not bind you with my limited ideas and feelings. You can do many things with me, things that might seem impossible to me. I want to remain open to the free movement of your Spirit in my life. Why do I keep saying to myself: "I will never be a saint. I will never be able to overcome my impulses and desires." If I keep saying that, I might prevent you from healing me. Help me to be free to let you enter my heart however you desire. Amen. (Henri Nouwen)
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My iPod is here! I bought it on ebay and it has the original owner's name engraved on the back, so my iPod is now officially to be known as Larry. Larry the iPod. To be sung to the tune of Frosty the Snowman

Now I need a firewire port. Pronto.
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Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Help Me Hang Onto You in Faith

Dear Lord, amid my turmoil, my mind is not able to concentrate on you, my heart is not able to remain centered, and it seems as if you are absent and have left me alone. But in faith I cling to you. I believe that your spirit reaches deeper and further than my mind or heart, and that profound movements are not the first to be noticed. I promise I will not run away, not give up, not stop praying, even when it all seems useless. I love you even though I do not always feel loved by you, and I hope in you even though I may sometimes feel despair. (Henri Nouwen)
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well I've been stepping in this river seems like most my life

Crap. I've suspected for days that there was a nice bout of depression following me around, and now here it is. Hello, little black dog. Will you be staying long?
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Monday, December 08, 2003

new embroidery designs

Sublime Stitching has new embroidery designs. Yay!

I am so far behind on my Christmas projects it isn't even funny. Ok, it's a little funny, especially since one project involves a bunch of balsam, which I buy in bulk from San Francisco Herb Co., and my room now smells like a Christmas tree farm.
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Sunday, December 07, 2003

I know not where the road will lead

I'm laughing now because after Tracy's comment on this post I think every meditation is about the iPod.

I started crying like a big goober during the closing hymn today.

I know not where the road will lead
I follow day by day,
Or where it ends: I only know
I walk the King's highway.

I know not if the way is long,
And no one else can say;
But rough or smooth, up hill or down,
I walk the King's highway.

And some I love have reached the end,
But some with me may stay,
Their faith and hope still guiding me:
I walk the King's highway.

The way is truth, the way is love,
For light and strength I pray,
And through the years of life, to God,
I walk the King's highway.

The countless hosts lead on before,
I must not fear nor stray;
With them, the pilgrims of the faith,
I walk the King's highway.

Through light and dark the road leads on
Till dawns the endless day,
When I shall know why in this life
I walk the King's highway
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