Several years ago when I decided to write a blog, I set a goal for myself to write at least two posts per month. Most months I have been able to accomplish that because there is always something to write about. The second blog I wanted to post this month was about a really great experience I had a few weeks ago when I met two really wonderful women. I wanted to write about that. But my days in the last couple of months have been filled to the brim with so many "have to" jobs that I didn't take the time to sit down and let myself tell the story of our encounter.
Then my husband Louis and I went on a short trip, and I decided some down time in the evening at our hotel would be a great time for me to write that blog. I took my little ZAGG keyboard and my tablet to work on it.
It has been a long time since I pulled the little keyboard out and worked on my tablet, but I was making really good progress relating the details of the short time Laura Munroe and Heidi Lynn popped into our lives. As it got later and later in the evening, however, and I wasn't completely finished with my narrative, I decided to save what I had written to begin again at another opportune moment.
Only... as I was reaching over the keyboard, I accidentally did something that erased all but the first two paragraphs! I was stunned to see the work I had completed during the previous hour just disappear. I don't even know what I had done for it to be deleted. Knowing that most things that are captured like this are still "out there" in cyber space, I spent the next half hour trying everything I could think of to retrieve the missing paragraphs of my tale about a chance meeting that was truly serendipitous. Never happened.
Tonight, I am on the eve of yet another little trip. There will be no time tomorrow or Saturday or Sunday to rewrite the experience I want to share on my blog. So, I started leafing through some of my journals and notebooks for something short, but significant to me, that I could share in a last-minute post.
Funny me! I can NEVER just find something appropriate quickly. I still have to read, re-read and determine if that particular piece would be meaningful. Plus, I always have to muse over and remember again the impact something I've saved had on me when I first read it. But I think this short quote might fill the bill.
Right now, in a scripture study class I am taking, we are discussing why bad things happen to good people. This quote from Henry Ward Beecher touches on these unwanted experiences and how they can refine us--even as they devastate us. This is a quote I have shared often with others who are struggling with some "Why me?" trials. I think of it as a balm for the grief we sometimes have to bear in our lives. It has certainly eased my own pain from time to time.
"There are many trials in life which do not seem to come from unwisdom or folly; they are silver arrows shot from the bow of God and fixed inexplicably in the quivering heart. They are meant to be borne. They were not meant, like snow or water, to melt as soon as they strike. But the moment an ill can be patiently borne, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain."
Until next month...
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