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20th

Up from the ashes

God's promises were never meant to be thrown aside as waste paper; He intended that they should be used. God's gold is not miser's money, but is minted to be traded with. Nothing pleases our Lord better than to see His promises put in circulation; He loves to see His children bring them up to Him, and say, "Lord, do as Thou hast said" [2 Samuel 7:25]. We glorify God when we plead His promises. Do you think that God will be any the poorer for giving you the riches He has promised? Do you dream that He will be any the less holy for giving holiness to you? Do you imagine He will be any the less pure for washing you from your sins?

Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (15 January, Morning: "All He Has Said")


If anyone but me is reading this, LiveJournal is back up and running. I feel their pain—my Twentieth Anniversary Mac conked out last week with a problem tricky enough to require me to seek out and purchase an ancient CD-ROM drive from which to boot it. The drive arrived late this week and I resurrected it last night. The patient seems to be doing well and is not suffering data loss. I hope LJ fares so well.

Worked through my day off yesterday. Nothing overly stressful; just more work than week with the closing of the 2004 books. Still, I was wiped out enough after errands to bag on Jeremy and Jenae's engagement bash. I'll have them over for dinner soon again.

Besides, that meant I got to watch the new Battlestar Galactica series premiere. Geekily awesome.

There's a boy who looks way too old to be breastfeeding suckling at his mother's teet teat here at the coffeeshop. And he's been doing it a long time (my entire time here). If you didn't like that visual, imagine how we feel. Bobos.

Spurgeon is worth a full read today (it's short).

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Right out of high school, I worked at a bank as the resident New Accounts Girl. We were told that while we were asking the customer about their personal information, that we should always make eye contact.

(by the way, I am HATING your grey background/red words deal.)

This one woman came in with her 4-5 year old boy. I looked over at her to ask her address and before I got the question out, the boy said, "Tit, mama! Tit!".

I averted my eyes as he lifted up the whole front of her shirt (no bra) and started in..holding the shirt up over his head the entire time.

Hey, if he's old enough to say 'tit', he's old enough to wean. Stop being cheap and buy the milk, mom!

:D
Oh. My. Gosh.

(I've always hated his red/gray deal.)
It's like he's trying to be difficult.
Oh I don't have to try. I may be difficult, but I'm also lazy. It's a delicate balance.
Since you don't have a Mac, you can't give me a journal makeover, because it will look wonky in my browser.

For me, the comment box is white with black type. I'm sorry it's different elsewhere. Well, sorry in the sense of, "Sorry that you're going to have to keep dealing with the inconvenience," not as in "Sorry enough to change it."