Hello, dear friends,
It's 8:49 p.m. as I type this. I can say I am quite pleased that my working day will be over in an hour or so.
Funny day this has been. First, in the morning, the program that I use to issue customers a special company card for discounts and special offers, refused me entrance, no matter what I tried.
Until I called the exprerts. Second, the program I use to issue receipts collapsed this afternoon. B-i-g trouble if someone from Revenue poses as a customer. Eventually, all was solved with the click of two mouses: mine and mostly that of a kind employee from the company who does our technical support, and it was all fixed.
"Ask the expert". It is true. Why didn't I just call straight away? The expert knows and if he is willing to help, the better. In my case, I gathered the nerve to ask for the specialist's mobile phone (he was in Athens) and tada! they gave me the number. Not what I had in mind. I thought delays,a nd "call us later". But that simply did not happen. after all, this
is disorganised Greece, where people work not just on rules, but also on that unexplicable
filotimo. And that is how most of the time things keep rolling. Literally, the word means "love of honour"; it may also mean
dignity, courage, duty, and sacrifice. Here is some more on that very nice and meaningful Greek word.
In between the collapsing PC programs, the company e-mails us with a specific kind of paper labels we are to use in order to print the new prices after the VAT increase from 19% to 21%, effective Monday. I have been phoning local shops with no results. No one was willing to make the extra effort (a phone call) to get me the specific labels. Finally, it crossed my mind, late in the evening: the internet. Of course. If I can have something shipped from across the Atlantic, why couldn't I check their Greek dealer's web site and place an order? I just
had to go to the expert.
As I type this, I'm home. It's 1:03 a.m. C,F and I just finished watching Miss Congeniality for the ninth time. We've also stocked on three movies that we hope to see over Saturday, Sunday and possibly Monday. I can't recall the names right now, but I'll tell you what I think of them as soon as I watch each one of them.
I also wanted to tell you. My blood tests came out today. Guess what? They are bound for a trip. A lovely lady customer of mine is taking them with her to America. She has had some hormone problems of her own and she has long been telling me to look after myself more. But I did not listen. Then one day we talked. Next thing she said, "Do some fresh tests, mail me the results, and I'll take them with me to some very specialist doctors I'm going to see in the States. They'll know what you must do". And so, dear friends, I'm mailing them on Monday, and by the end of the month they will be crossing the Atlantic to the US.
Among all the upheaval, I had my clarity moment. You know what I learned today? Something that has played a crucial part in a pivotal moment of my life, and that I have forgotten to put into practice in many years.
"Ask and it will be given, knock, and it shall be opened unto you".
I do not think I am alone on this one.I wonder, why is it that we often find it difficult to ask for help, for attention, for love? I wonder, am I that afraid of a possible failure, of a betrayal of that little child in me? Is it that I am too proud to ask? Or that afraid?
Christ at Heart’s Door, Warner Sallman
And there is another thing. If you are going to do it, ask the specialist. Gather the courage and knock that door. Ask. I have wandered so much trying to find answers, but there is only One who can give me the answers I need. And He does. He has an answer to all of my questions, if I only
ask. Have you read the text on my sidebar "On Prayer"? If you haven't, please do it right after this. Open the communication lines. Someone is ready to listen, if only you put your pride aside, and just ask for exactly what you need. (
Here are some verses on asking).
P.S.I almost forgot. I also managed to break a nail along the way, the third this week. How does one manage to brake their short nails? Does it happen to you, too?