In a matter of seconds, I lost a week's worth of work (including two "musings" that were in their formative stages.) My computer's hard drive crashed and burned, taking many documents and files with it.
My wonderful husband, who is computer-literate, took a stab at resuscitating our machine. Nothing. We got advice from others who are savvy to the ways of computers. Nada. A fried hard drive meant that everything was unrecoverable.
I began to realize how much of my life was backed up to disk, and now not readily retrievable. I had made a complete data back up a week previously, as was my habit. But in the week that followed, I had almost completed several sets of web pages, updated the family calendar via my PalmTM and had a number of other projects almost completed.
My insides were boiling and it was hard to keep from yelling, or crying for that matter. It was not funny. I had plans for my computer time up to the day I left for vacation. That had all changed.
It turned out that every minute I had left before my departure was well spent doing other things. Providentially, I had the time I needed to get a couple of last-minute birthday presents and handle some unexpected errands. Did God make my hard drive go bzzzzzzzzzzt into the night just at that moment? Did He make it happen so that I was freed up for family time? Of course not. But every moment I spent doing something other than web work or computer-related tasks was time I had to spend with my children and husband. I could leave knowing that the household was in good shape, even if the electronic part of it had taken a nosedive.
The things that matter aren't backed up on my hard drive, or even copied to a CD-ROM. They are in the lives and hearts of the people around me, who by the way, need me to stop typing and start dinner…
Funny how that works…
From our home to yours-
Deb
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