First World Problems

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I have recently been consumed with email issues. It’s pathetic really, but for the past two days I’ve been working nonstop to figure out why my email is not sending what it claims it has sent, or why I’m not seeing in my inbox the important bits of information that others are sending my way.

At one point in the midst of this crisis (and I haven’t decided if I use that word lightly or not), I got a panicky feeling, a split-second wave of nausea thinking of all the people who might be misreading my silence, all the business contacts and readers and family members who have sent things my way and haven’t heard back from me. What am I missing, I lamented, and how will I ever know the extent of this communication breakdown?

It’s amazing, really, how much energy this whole mishap has taken. In the initial days of dealing with this problem (it’s been an ongoing thing now) I really couldn’t think of much else in my life beyond questioning why things weren’t working properly and why the fine folks at my Internet company had not dropped everything to attend to my problems. Also, I don’t really appreciate the hundred options on their phone tree and how none of the buttons I pressed led to an actual human being.

The craziest thing about this whole experience is that somehow the earth continued to revolve, even in the midst of this dire tragedy. I sent emails that no one got, and the sun continued to rise in the east and set in the west. People sent emails to me – important, work-related stuff – and maybe I got it all, but maybe I didn’t. Time did not stand still, the world managed to function despite this major setback in my life.

After a while I got a grip and realized that we would all survive this Internet annoyance, that things were going to be okay in the midst of this madness.

The saddest part of it all is that I almost let this minor inconvenience totally knock me off balance. Just a few days prior to all this, Paul and I had been on a wonderful retreat where I was reminded of God’s love for us all. I came home focused on the incredible gift of the Holy Spirit in our lives, on the importance of having people in my life to encourage me in my walk with Christ. I was excited about living out the Gospel and being a good mom and wife, and about building the Church by building our little church, the Family Balducci.

And then, bam. Email issues. And all that other stuff was forgotten, just for a minute.

Sometimes it is certainly a challenge to be human. We are loved by our creator – he who made us in his very image. And while we want to love him in return, we must love him in the midst of our human weakness. We love him not only in spite of our shortcomings but also right in the middle of them. What we offer God in return for all he has given us is oftentimes very flawed.
Even with the best of intentions and the loftiest ideals, we are still human beings living in a broken world. And while it seems silly to equate broken email with any kind of real problem, these are the very things that, if we don’t handle them well, can rob us of our peace and joy.

In the end, it’s all about finding a balance. I have to live in this world, to be a productive member of society – without getting caught up in it all. God’s love is bigger than all of this, his greatness beyond my understanding. My hope is built on his love for me.

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I’d cry too if my hair looked like that

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comments open in case you want to share about that time you tortured your child with a mullet wig too.

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Give Thanks

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For each new morning with its light,

For rest and shelter of the night,

For health and food, For love and friends,

For everything Thy goodness sends.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

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Bright Spot

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