Death of a Dream
"My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge; " Hosea 4:6
"No, it can't be, please, please tell me it's not true!" My heart wept this lament in continuous revolutions.
My book, a five year arduous at times, investment was gone in the time it takes the heart to stop. Mine did. "Ignorance is no excuse," we are told of the law. The scriptures resound this proverbial truth concerning our Heavenly God and His ways. Concerning my mishap, ignorance in the realm of computer technology was the culprit.
I find it interesting that the root word of ignorance is ignore. So, ignorance is, perhaps not a hap-in-stance sort of thing, nor to be taken lightly. I ignored the full directions of the icon that popped up concerning my jump drive which holds all the edited versions of all 35 chapters. I was busy working on other items, with other icons partially covering the jump drive window. I had read the window before and assumed the general information I retained was enough to make my decision to engage the program. Unfortunately it deleted all my files.
Assumptions, they are such hazards at times, yet reliance on them is strongly rooted by our culture and we as a people individually. Unfortunately, it has too much of a hold in my life as well. As a counselor, I have seen many lives ruined because of such inferences. Why is it we are quick to jump to conclusions without thoroughly exploring an issue and its variables? Obviously time is an element in this inquiry, but what a cost occurs sometimes in an effort to save a few minutes or seconds.
People have been killed by deadly assumptions.
"I'm not that drunk, I can drive."
"My kids will be fine in the car for a few minutes, I'll just run in and out."
"I've never heard of anyone being stollen in this area."
The list goes on. Sometimes recovery is possible, but believing it is inevitable is another deadly assumption. If I had taken the few seconds necessary to fully read the jump drive window, 5 years would have been saved. Would sacrificing a few seconds and a little hassle have been worth protecting a project nearer my heart than anything else I have done? My repentent heart cries a resounding "YES!" However, just as assuming is a mortal infestation at times, so is hindsight 20/20. Yet, hindsight cannot raise the dead, only Jesus can.
It is to my Savior I plead my case. I am guilty, so mercy is my only hope. Mercy has come but not as an easy out. The drive cannot be restored. However, most of the unedited form of the book was on a back up drive and a few accidently kept on my hard drive. Miraculously, the four chapters I had written over the weekend that were not yet on back up, were retrieved from the disabled disc. They were the only ones. Now the arduous task of piecing this work together from the many cubby holes chapters are hidden, remains before me.
I could complain that Jesus didn't let someone who has the ability to recover the original information, come my way, after all He does that sometimes. No, I'm glad He didn't. My flesh isn't too happy, but I believe a greater lesson is born out of affliction at times. The day of my disaster, I had been editing one of the new chapters here at the university and I could hear my Beloved speak stronly to my heart.
"Run off hard copies of all the chapters while you are here, Beth."
"Why Lord, that will take up a lot of time and I will have to run down the hall for each one I print off. That's too much of a hassle."
"Do it Beth"
"Why Lord? I can do it later."
"Just do it Beth"
"No, I think I'll do it later."
Ah, the famous last words!
Disobedience was the price of my convenience. Now, more work, more inconvenience. Yet I am ever grateful, not only for this lesson but the mercy granted to me....He could have denied me any access to what was left of the book. Instead he gave it back to me, at a great cost, a cost I ever worship Him for. He has also afforded me tool to deal with my disappointment and discouragement. They lie in the adventure logged in the journal previous to this one.
Thank you Lord
Ever Loving You...
Your Beth
"No, it can't be, please, please tell me it's not true!" My heart wept this lament in continuous revolutions.
My book, a five year arduous at times, investment was gone in the time it takes the heart to stop. Mine did. "Ignorance is no excuse," we are told of the law. The scriptures resound this proverbial truth concerning our Heavenly God and His ways. Concerning my mishap, ignorance in the realm of computer technology was the culprit.
I find it interesting that the root word of ignorance is ignore. So, ignorance is, perhaps not a hap-in-stance sort of thing, nor to be taken lightly. I ignored the full directions of the icon that popped up concerning my jump drive which holds all the edited versions of all 35 chapters. I was busy working on other items, with other icons partially covering the jump drive window. I had read the window before and assumed the general information I retained was enough to make my decision to engage the program. Unfortunately it deleted all my files.
Assumptions, they are such hazards at times, yet reliance on them is strongly rooted by our culture and we as a people individually. Unfortunately, it has too much of a hold in my life as well. As a counselor, I have seen many lives ruined because of such inferences. Why is it we are quick to jump to conclusions without thoroughly exploring an issue and its variables? Obviously time is an element in this inquiry, but what a cost occurs sometimes in an effort to save a few minutes or seconds.
People have been killed by deadly assumptions.
"I'm not that drunk, I can drive."
"My kids will be fine in the car for a few minutes, I'll just run in and out."
"I've never heard of anyone being stollen in this area."
The list goes on. Sometimes recovery is possible, but believing it is inevitable is another deadly assumption. If I had taken the few seconds necessary to fully read the jump drive window, 5 years would have been saved. Would sacrificing a few seconds and a little hassle have been worth protecting a project nearer my heart than anything else I have done? My repentent heart cries a resounding "YES!" However, just as assuming is a mortal infestation at times, so is hindsight 20/20. Yet, hindsight cannot raise the dead, only Jesus can.
It is to my Savior I plead my case. I am guilty, so mercy is my only hope. Mercy has come but not as an easy out. The drive cannot be restored. However, most of the unedited form of the book was on a back up drive and a few accidently kept on my hard drive. Miraculously, the four chapters I had written over the weekend that were not yet on back up, were retrieved from the disabled disc. They were the only ones. Now the arduous task of piecing this work together from the many cubby holes chapters are hidden, remains before me.
I could complain that Jesus didn't let someone who has the ability to recover the original information, come my way, after all He does that sometimes. No, I'm glad He didn't. My flesh isn't too happy, but I believe a greater lesson is born out of affliction at times. The day of my disaster, I had been editing one of the new chapters here at the university and I could hear my Beloved speak stronly to my heart.
"Run off hard copies of all the chapters while you are here, Beth."
"Why Lord, that will take up a lot of time and I will have to run down the hall for each one I print off. That's too much of a hassle."
"Do it Beth"
"Why Lord? I can do it later."
"Just do it Beth"
"No, I think I'll do it later."
Ah, the famous last words!
Disobedience was the price of my convenience. Now, more work, more inconvenience. Yet I am ever grateful, not only for this lesson but the mercy granted to me....He could have denied me any access to what was left of the book. Instead he gave it back to me, at a great cost, a cost I ever worship Him for. He has also afforded me tool to deal with my disappointment and discouragement. They lie in the adventure logged in the journal previous to this one.
Thank you Lord
Ever Loving You...
Your Beth
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Beth, you might want to go into your settings and turn on the setting that helps prevent spammers, before they get out of hand.
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