To Heaven Early
What a doozy of a day....
I don't intend to turn this blog into a pity party but today was the day to hit the top of the bad-days-chart, and it's got to be noted as an historical event. Though, perhaps it would be better to let its memory fade into the mists of time.
For a brief explanation: Matty (my older bro) is going to Zambia end of this month as a support missionary and I've promised to be his "secretary". Meaning: I co-write and send out all the newsletters, deal with the replies, and manage his missions account. I'm really enjoying being able to support him in this way since I love writing and secretary kind of things whilst it's his weak point.
The only reason today was so bad was because I had to write and have the newsletter all ready to go by tomorrow morning. And I woke up this morning exhausted and with a migraine. The sun really shouldn't have risen this morning.
I was a wreck and couldn't face trying to write the newsletter, and then ring up Matt to hash it out with him. Mum turned into my saviour. She wrote up a rough draft and helped me all the way through the fine tuning stage. It was about 4:00 o'clock when we finished stage one.
I then went to run off 80 copies on our photocopier only to discover that the ink cartridge was way past it's finish date.....we didn't have another in the house. So, shaking and babying it along, we managed to coax the copies we needed out of it.
The final haul was typing up and printing out the 75 envelopes. It should have been easy; it was the home run. It took me 3 hours. And simply because our computer is a dying derelict! First the address was printing upside-down. Then on the left. Then it left out the return address. It was maddening.
I think the only thing that kept me from throwing everything in the air and screaming was a song by The Lads called Island. It's got the most calming melody. Not like a waterfall, but more like the pure grace of a dream. The first verse goes:
You take me to an island
Far from all my cares
Not really a place more
In my heart somewhere
When I look into your eyes
I particularly like that line: "When I look into your eyes" . It reminds me that I can only make it through each day when I keep my eyes focused on God--when I look into His eyes.
How many times that song can be repeated in 3 hours is how many times I did play it. And because of it, my awesome Mum, and my great Dad and siblings who stuffed envelopes, the newsletter is ready to flood the post office tomorrow.
Otherwise it was a day they'd send nearly anyone to Heaven early.
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