Yay! My computer has been returned, safe and sound. I did a little happy dance and just pray it holds up for a while this time...at least until I finish my novel!
Yes, I learned a couple lessons along the way, one of which you can read about in my last blog. Here's another lesson I learned (incidentally, both lessons were taught by my 10 year old daughter. That's right - TEN.)
A couple days ago, I stopped by the computer store with my daughter to check on my baby (because they weren't calling me at my required regular intervals of twice per day). They explained a couple of things they thought it could be, both that would require major surgery. When my daughter and I got in the car, I started stressing.
Immediately, I said things like, "What if they don't know what they're doing?" and "What if this ends up costing us a fortune?"
Blah, blah, blah.
My daughter looked at me and said, "Mom. Stop worrying about it." She then proceeded to tell me a story she learned in church last week about faith. She wrapped up her lesson with, "You're supposed to pray, Mom - not worry."
There's nothing like a ten-year-old putting you in your place to make the lightbulb flicker a little brighter.
It turned out fine and, as I said, the surgery was successful. Even the surgery on our checkbook wasn't that bad.
LOOK IT UP: Philippians 4:6