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The Earthworm is My Hero

After two days' worth of work on my new website--moving pictures, text and organizing data--I found that I had somehow linked onto another web design company and was no longer with my original host. All that time and frustration had made a website with which  I was pleased--but now it would not work for what I needed.

Several technical support calls later, I now have a website up and running. I have become more skilled--if skill is what it takes--at moving pictures and text. The technical support team probably know me as the lady who does not know where the START button is.

Talking to so many technical support guys reminded me of talking with my son--who will be an 'engineer' in one year....Their patience is unbelievable and their calmness helps bring order to my printed page.

Building a website is like being a worm. The worm is in the dark most of the time, and so was I.  When it finally sees the light, the light almost blinds it (or would if they had eyes) and they head back to the darkness, and so every bit of progress on my page spurred me to keep at it and try again. But as work was done, I felt in the dark.

Worms don't see the finished tunnel, ever, they just keep digging; and nor will I---I think that I MAY be finished, but I know I could touch this page up better, fix this, tweak that a bit and finally...have a 'perfect' product? I don't think so. It is an ongoing project. (Like a completed manuscript?)

The worm does not look behind him, he keeps going forward; 'completing' this website did not constitute success, although I did have a cool glass of lemonaid when I was finished for a reward. The website just reminded me of all the other things that I must do.

Worms do not notice the pounds per square inch that weigh down on them in the ground. They become part of the dirt, as they eat, digest, excrete and move on. The continuation of this website will enable me, not to eat dirt, but to express myself to those I wish to help and to encourage. So, in a sense, eat the dirt of life that conforms us to God's image.

Like the earthworm, making tunnels for food, security, and sustenance, I don't find repetition threatening. I have learned some skills.  I can do this. Now there's nothing to fear in it.

The earthworm is my hero. He keeps at it--when he cannot see, without ever seeing the results, under intense pressure and obstacles--as if his very life depended upon it. And it does. Just like this website can actually be my friend, instead of the foe that it was two days ago.



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Author of Biblical fiction, married to my best friend, and challenged by eight sons’ growing pains as I write about what matters.

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