...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...