June 26, 2008
About to be cut off
...from internet connection. It's the day of reckoning for moving...the day everything gets loaded onto a big truck and taken away. Including the wireless equipment.
In the meantime, they've discovered that the large removals van will not fit down our street thanks to the silly little roundabouts in the middle of the road that are only there for "traffic calming measures" to slow the cars down. This was clearly known as a possibility from the beginning, but I was hoping they'd be able to make it through. It just means that the movers will have to load and unload a small truck about 6 times, shuttling to the end of the street to reach the large van.
Also, apparently the wooden crate built especially for our piano is slightly too small. Oops. I don't know what they'll do about that. Maybe expedite a new one to be sent out later today?
Two interesting quotes for you:
The job has been given to me to do.
Therefore it is a gift.
Therefore it is a privilege.
Therefore it is an offering I may make to God.
Therefore it is to be done gladly, if it is done for Him.
Therefore it is the route to sanctity.
Here, not somewhere else, I may learn God's way. In this job, not in some other, God looks for faithfulness. The discipline of this job is, in fact, the chisel God has chosen to shape me with--into the image of Christ.
You can't take an epidural shot to ease the pain of giving birth to character. In a sense, every day of your life is labor: the rhythmic agony of producing the person who will wake up in your body tomorrow...
July 30, 2005
God is not proud
God is not proud...He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him.
May 01, 2005
Working or Playing?
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
The author is the Viscount of Chateaubriand (first names François Auguste René, 1768-1848), according to Encarta, "A French writer and statesman, a pioneer of the romantic movement, most famous for his brilliant autobiography."
If you're curious what a viscount is, check out the deliciously thorough entry at Answers.com (including translations of the word into 14 languages in which you've always wanted to know how to say that word). Briefly, though, it's a "nobleman ranking below an earl or count and above a baron."
October 17, 2004
Kenneth Patton: The day I see a leaf is a marvel of a day.
October 16, 2004
John Powell: The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.
October 15, 2004
Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
October 14, 2004
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
October 13, 2004
Location, location, location
H. Jackson Browne: Don't be afraid to go out on a limb. That's where the fruit is.
October 12, 2004
Epictetus: It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows.
October 11, 2004
Ellen Parr: The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.