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the power of words

so yesterday (wednesday) i was completely frustrated with myself/the computer (ESP MS ACCESS)… i had created a database program thing so that i could enter all my research data in the format of a form so that it can be adapted into a stats package to be analyse  and etc .. super crucial for hte AMS project.. and i had spent Tuesday working on it and finishing up on Wednesday morning after the DePaul round (which in itself is a story on its own-i still morethanloath cats)… and when the form was built i.e. fomatted with a nice layout and stuff… i trialed it.

it did not work.

MAJOR UGH!!!!!

and for the life of me i did not know what was wrong, so i consulted the Statistician on site who referred me to the hospital IT Department, and apparently the IT department “do not support databases created by users, i.e. databases not created by the department” – yes, add to my already Major UGH.. which now becomes MAJOREST UGH!!!

So the MAJOREST UGH + the DePaulRound Molly (yuck+palpitation+anxiety)+rushed homemade mocha+ compromised QT= HEADACHE and morethanMAJORESTUGH!

so in frustration, i left the hospital at 2.15pm (im thankful that the department had so many things going on that no one actualyl commented on my leaving so early plus the other girls were also heading off..)

[side note:im also thankful that even in the midst of the stress and frustration i did NOT delete the whole database -esp the tables and the other clauses that was set up- thanks, HolySpirit]

so in my huff i walked home and halfway thru CarltonGardens, i was reminded of the sermon on Sunday where Ps. Russell shared about the power of our words and how important it was to speak positively into the atmosphere and set the tone.. so i did. i told myself (and God) that “today cannot end this way. it HAS TO get better”

and when i reached home, resisting the urge to sleep it away (and depend on the endocannabinoids) i went onto what i promised my brother- carrot muffins. and i want to also add that i resisted the urge to watch GilmoreGirls- instead, i put my WindowsMediaPlayer on , thought it might be a good idea to put on some worship (i mean if i can’t worship/be superly praise-and-worshipful, then at least the laptop can on my behalf).. but in some way that can only be the HolySpirit’s doing, i decided to listen to the podcasts i had downloaded a few months ago… and i chose JentezenFranklin.

so there i was: a bit of head-throbbing and listening to Jentenzen Franklin while grating carots with a superly small grater. somewhere between listening to the many sermons and finishing the muffins, God came through and just ministered to me.

no, it wasn’t all thunder and lightning and everything frightening, it was in a still and quiet way .. just like a release sort and by the end of it, i felt His peace, His healing and His strength again. i was able to again think straight, put whatever that happened behind me and continue to move forward.

Praise God. Praise God for more than just a healing, but also other bonuses like:

- ideas for MUOCF’s A-night/Commissioning Night when Rachel called

-ideas for NativityPlay and SAS; to believe again and to be reassured that there is always hope, even when everything and everyone says otherwise. impossible is nothing for God [no, i didn't remember it wrongly]

-ideas for my project/ database

-the SaviorKing CD lent to me that arrived unexpectantly (sooner than i anticipated)

AND TODAY! i came into the hospital again (at 8.28am) and i went to the usual ward rounds and saw several patients… and then sat down to semi-startover my database.. and i have finished! and it works.. and i just want to praise GOD

You are so good

“Cause i know my God’s saved the day and i know His Word never fails, and i know my God’s made a way for me “

yay-ness

[note to self: maybe add photos of baking stuff-- erm, apple scone cake, carrot muffins, biscotti i think baking is super good...]

comp-ed

it never cease to amaze me how the comp does influence how my mood will be.. im happy when the comp and internet and everything is working… when one component is not up to optimal functionality im irked.. Grrr… please God could You please fix my printer so im won’t be crazy…

lesson?

don’t take things for granted

make more money in future so can just chuck and buy new one each time it happens

get a boyfriend who is comp-whiz but not nerd

stay close to home with daddy who can fix it

learn to fix it myself (with much prayer)…what happen to computer-genes?