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Aloha, I'm Donna, known everywhere on the Internet as "Champuru." I'm a Christian, blissfully wedded to my perfect match (the yang to my yin) of 16 years and a stay-at-home mom to my miracle baby, born in October 2008. Living life in Hawaii, less than 5 miles from my hometown, seeking balance in my pursuit of family, faith, recreation, and rest. Read more on the About page.
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Dot-Com Days
In the days before dot-net.
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I think I must be allergic to my job. Either that or perhaps my body is staging an all-out revolt for doing too much too soon.
Yesterday, I felt completely drained after work. Driving home, I could barely keep my eyes open and mind focused enough to drive through rush hour traffic. It wasn’t so much that I was sleepy, but I just had this feeling of heaviness that threatened to overwhelm me. It took everything within me to keep it at bay.
I made it home safely (thank God!) and forced myself to take my regular afternoon walk in hopes of refreshing my soul and revitalizing my tired body. The fresh air and the blood circulation helped a good deal, but I was still exhausted.
This morning, I had an anxious stomach just before heading out the door (just like Monday) and basically felt like misery incarnate. I peered at my incision and could have sworn that it was bulging more than normal. For a fleeting moment, I considered calling in sick and depleting the last 8 hours of sick leave on my record. However, reason caught up with me and I realized that calling in sick would do me more harm than good, so I dragged my tired and haggard body out the door.
By the end of the day, I was racked with a migraine headache. I left at 4:30 on the dot, even watching the digital clock on my computer change from 4:29 to 4:30 before gathering my things to make my escape. I kneaded the knotted muscles in my neck and shoulders with one hand as I traversed afternoon rush hour traffic with the other. You think driving with a cell phone is a hazard? Try giving yourself shiatsu while at the wheel.
Again, by the grace of God, I pulled into my garage safely. I skipped the walk today and opted to pick up dinner at Bale, in hopes that some good old chicken pho would do the trick. Needless to say, it didn’t hurt and my headache subsided somewhat. I topped off my therapeutic dinner with a cup of hot cocoa for good measure. Maybe the warm and fuzzies would help me unwind.
I watched last week’s episode of NUMB3RS that I had saved on my DVR and relaxed. My headache is almost completely gone now.
All I can say is thank God tomorrow is Friday.
My cable connection has been pretty fickle as of late. Without warning, the cable light on my modem will decide to flee the country or disguise itself as a Christmas tree light, blinking incessantly. Either scenario is bad news for me, because that means my Internet connection has just gone south.
Whenever I call Oceanic to report a problem, they tell me that there are no outages in the area and we go through the rigamarole of troubleshooting the darned thing, which is basically all the steps I took PRIOR to calling them anyway. Then, they offer to schedule a tech for me — two weeks from now.
Do you realize what kind of panic would befall me if I couldn’t connect to the Internet for two weeks?!
Then, mysteriously, the light goes solid again and suddenly, we’re back in business. Weird stuff. Even as I type this, I wonder if my fleeting connection will abruptly crap out on me and render me unable to post this entry.
Perhaps I should click “Publish” now before I will be forced to pull my hair out in a net-less frustration.
After a long day at the office, I nursed a work-induced migrained with a steaming bowl of chicken pho. Powering up my iMac, I checked my e-mail. In my in-box, I found a message from a friend who often sends blasts of Biblical wisdom to her friends and family. These encouraging gems seem to always come at just the right time to speak to my heart and lift my downcast spirit.
Malachi 3:3 says: He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.
This verse puzzles some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. So one of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and got back to the group at their next study.
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn’t mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.
As she watched the sliversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were the hottest, as to burn away the impurities. The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says “He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver. She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined. The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on othe silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.
The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, “How do you know when the silver is fully refined?”
He smiled at her and answered, “Oh, that’s easy: when I see my image in it.”
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has His eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you. Keep on keeping on!
Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
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