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Sunday, June 13, 2004

Web

Yesterday was, in the end, quite a fruitful day.

Having had a "finally" day the day before (see previous blog), I had a "creative" day yesterday. It didn't feel creative at the time - it felt scary, but at the end I was quite satisfied.

What is all this about, you wonder? (Well, I do!)

I created a web page from (nearly) scratch for my husband's battlefield videos to be marketed on the web. I didn't think I could do it, so I felt I'd really achieved something at the end. I was left wondering what on earth to do about not remembering my username for the domain but...praise God, today I checked out the domain pages and there were all my details - when you get to my age, everything you used to remember goes into a place you can never find, so you write everything down as you go and hopefully, remember where to find it later!

And today, I was able to upload the pages to the web - I was so excited (because I'm easily pleased! Sad, really.) Even the guy I spoke to on the helpdesk was positive about my achievement. When that happens, you know you've done something after all!





Saturday, June 12, 2004

Finally...

It's funny what God does. (Thank goodness we can't understand him!)

I had a "finally" day yesterday. A day when finally I realised my life makes sense, when finally I knew I had reached a plateau (although I am sure there will be more to reach) and I could take a breather, but also finally a day when I knew in my spirit that Jesus had really batted on my side over the last few years. Of course, I should have known but I don't always feel it like I did yesterday.

"Finally" days are rare. But they offer an opportunity to thank the Lord for his intervention, care and love. Again, I say, thank goodness his ways are not our ways!

Friday, June 04, 2004

First Posting

Well, this is my first posting. It's quite exciting 'cos I'm not sure quite what to with this opportunity to write whatever I've been doing or thinking.

Having written a journal for years I'm now faced with the uncomfortable possibility that someone other than me might read my scribbles.

Ho hum - well, that's the first out of the way...:)