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If you enjoy my blog and would like to contact me, you may reach me at this email: dena.netherton@gmail.com

Some of my stories are published in:
A Cup of Comfort Devotional for Mothers and Daughters (Adams Media, 2009)
Chicken Soup: What I Learned from the Dog (2009)
Love is a Flame (Bethany House, 2010)
Extraordinary answers to Prayer (Guideposts, 2010)
Love is a Verb (Bethany House, 2011)
Big Dreams from Small Spaces (Group Publishing, 2012)

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Oops!

I got an email the other day inviting me to join a touring blog. I thought that might be an interesting venture so I typed in my info and then went hunting for a picture of myself to post.
Under my Glamour Shots photos I ran into a lot of jpg #18, or 38 or 43 or whatever.

I thought I remembered #18 as the serious, professional shot, so I clicked on that picture.
Wrong.
This was the semi-sexy shot, the one with the pearls, slightly low-cut gown and the romantic expression. I'd done that shot thinking to print out an 8 by 10 for my husband.
Now I went hunting for the cancel button. . . or the delete button. . . or whatever button for getting rid of that photo.
Nothing. Not a single button to remove that darn picture.

Now, you understand that this was not a naughty photo. I'd never do something like that. Never! It just wasn't the image I wanted to project for a writer's blog tour.
I ran downstairs in a panic and summoned my husband. He'd get rid of the photo and then I could start fresh with the serious picture.
But Bruce was as mystified as I had been. There sat my photo, gazing dreamily out from its published spot on the page along with all the other, lovely, serious, professional shots of other writers who'd recently signed the guestbook page of this particular blog.

I spent the greater part of the morning, diligently following instructions for deleting items. Who are these people who design the help pages? If I've clicked on a help button, wouldn't you figure that I'm dumb enough to need help in plain English????
I finally shot off an email explaining my predicament and asking for computer help.
Know what I got? The same help page I'd just spent three hours trying to comprehend.
That one thoughtless click of the wrong button thrust my entire morning off kilter as I tried to undo the undoable.

It's just like a thoughtless word, a viral hurt, ah-chooed from our lips, spraying those nearby. How we long to grab that noxious vapor and stuff it back where it originated.
Too late.

If only I'd let my finger hover for a few seconds longer over that button before I forever committed myself to the photo with the wrong message.

If only I'd let my mouth hesitate before spewing the wrong word.

Computers can teach you a lot of life lessons.

3 comments:

  1. You are not alone, Dena. The Good Lord is watching over you, especially on the computer. These words come to mind:

    23 The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.
    24 Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.
    Psalm 37 (KJV)

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  2. That's for sure. I fell. But I learned.
    Thanks, friend.

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  3. Ah, dear Dena...
    I think we've all experienced what you went through. I know I have had similar situations. But, just think! Your LOVELY picture will stand out from all the rest, and people will remember it! I remember thinking how perfect your picture was (is) when I first saw it.

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