My husband Dennis took the whole thing apart Saturday, and inside, found a metal box the size of a sandwich. "This is the hard drive," he said. (I was impressed, aren't you?)
Supposedly the folks at the computer store took the data off that drive, and put it into the new one. It's somewhere in here, probably now in a plastic box the size of a credit card.
It's frightening to realize how much I had invested in a sandwich box (now credit card). Five years of my life - my journal (which covered our move into this house, the birth of our last baby, heart-wrenching decisions about our family's future, and everything else I used to tell myself not to forget...before I had a blog!), thousands of pictures, my calendar, my old version of Word...and I could hold it all in my hand.
Reminds me of one of my favorite chapters in Isaiah:
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of His hand,My life must seem so small to God. I agonize over a few digital photos, when He looks at the nations as a "drop in a bucket" and counts them as the "small dust on the scales" (verse 15).
Measured heaven with a span
And calculated the dust of the earth in a measure?
Weighed the mountains in scales
And the hills in a balance?
And yet...He knows who I am. He is interested in me.
Of course I can't find anything...arggh!! I will probably get little "housekeeping" done today.
But as I'm trying to locate my address book, my calendar, my journal (I know it's in there!), and God please help me find my pictures, I'll try to console myself in His loving care for me.
I am in His hand.
Cast all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.
1 Peter 5:7