Psalm 103:2-3 Dear Lord, Thank you, Lord, for all you’ve done for me. Don’t let me forget that you are always blessing me whether I notice it or not. Thank you for forgiving my sins, and thank you for healing me. I trust you and love you, Lord. Amen 詩篇103:2-3 親愛なる主よ、 主よ、あなたが私のためにしてくださったすべてのことに感謝します。私が気づこうが気づくまいが、あなたはいつも私を祝福してくださっていることを、私に忘れさせないでください。私の罪を赦し、癒してくださってありがとうございます。主よ、あなたを信じ、あなたを愛します。 アーメン
Captain's Log, Stardate 03.09.2006
My Sensitivity Meter: I took an email the wrong way today. It was because I've gotten tons of complaints from people about the Genesis, and so I automatically assume that emails are either lavish thanks, or whirling confusion, or angst-ridden annoyance. It's usually the third one.
This email was annoyance, and what's more, it was a little unjustified, but it had a very valid point. But all I saw was the email-sender's annoyance at YET ANOTHER detail of the contest that I hadn't thought of beforehand.
Meredith said it was God stretching me (which is true but didn't make me feel better). Ronie unearthed proof that the email was a little unjustified (which prevented me from feeling depressed about yet another mistake I've made for this contest).
My husband pointed out that often life is not a matter of being right, it's being loving.
So where does this leave me? With the unhappy realization that my Sensitivity Meter is a little whacked. And my role as coordinator doesn't really put me in a position to solve it anytime soon. I'm SO grateful for my category coordinators (hi girls!) who have taken some of the email deluge upon themselves so that I can remain in blissful ignorance of all the wonderful stuff I've been missing.
My Sensitivity Meter: I took an email the wrong way today. It was because I've gotten tons of complaints from people about the Genesis, and so I automatically assume that emails are either lavish thanks, or whirling confusion, or angst-ridden annoyance. It's usually the third one.
This email was annoyance, and what's more, it was a little unjustified, but it had a very valid point. But all I saw was the email-sender's annoyance at YET ANOTHER detail of the contest that I hadn't thought of beforehand.
Meredith said it was God stretching me (which is true but didn't make me feel better). Ronie unearthed proof that the email was a little unjustified (which prevented me from feeling depressed about yet another mistake I've made for this contest).
My husband pointed out that often life is not a matter of being right, it's being loving.
So where does this leave me? With the unhappy realization that my Sensitivity Meter is a little whacked. And my role as coordinator doesn't really put me in a position to solve it anytime soon. I'm SO grateful for my category coordinators (hi girls!) who have taken some of the email deluge upon themselves so that I can remain in blissful ignorance of all the wonderful stuff I've been missing.