Where's the guillotine...

I want to be positive ... I do.  But my head has been growing worse all the day long.  Though I can only take the migraine medicine thrice in a week and I just took it two nights ago, I fear I shall have to give in again.

I am trying so very hard to be productive, as there is much needing to be done on my part of Lutherans in Africa work.  I fear, though, I shall not finish all that is due before Saturday.  I know should I not meet the deadline I shall not be deemed a failure, but it sure feels that way.

Today, I completed the long overdue download of the email distribution list from our HTML email vendor.  Sooooooo many changes have taken place since we started sending them out two years ago, most especially 120 folk who signed up from LIA's website.  The staff of LIA needs the listing changes, especially so that ... perhaps ... one or more of the non-working emails could be tracked down.

I also got the initial draft of the Finnish translation for the Training Center prospectus into the HTML format.  Sort of as a silly thing, I call it THE PLAN.  It tickled me that the director did as well in his email with the translation.  It was like he was laughing and punching me in the shoulder as he sent it.  Anyway, it still needs italics and the photo captions translated.  I am not sure if opening the document in Pages made the italics disappear.  What I do know is that my learning curve for both Pages and Numbers has been much slower than I would wish it to be.

Waiting is an edit of the prayers for the 2013 LIA calendar and a draft of the next eBlast. The latter is the most work.  And concentrating is very difficult.  Sometimes, it is so very hard to not hate my brain.

Also, I would give most anything to figure out why another migraine has come since stress is my worst/greatest trigger.  Obviously, I am worrying about something.  It isn't the volunteer work, since I savor being useful in some fashion.  So, what is it?

But I would finish with a bit of Living Word for me sent by the director of LIA.  Awaking to such, when I awoke with a headache, was a true blessing.  You see, he did as I like to do for others and put my name into Scripture as a prayer for me.  Rather than a psalm, he chose the 40th chapter of Isaiah!  It is a great prayer for all those who are faint and poor in spirit.
 

Comfort, comfort my Myrtle, says your God.
Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to her that her warfare is ended,
that her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received from the Lord’s hand
double for all her sins.

A voice cries:
“In the wilderness prepare the way of the Lord;
make straight in the desert a highway for our God.
Every valley shall be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low;
the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain.
And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together,
for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”

A voice says, “Cry!”
And I said, “What shall I cry?”
All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it;
surely the people are grass.
The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.

Go on up to a high mountain,
O Myrtle, herald of good news; lift up your voice with strength,
O Myrtle, herald of good news; lift it up, fear not;
say to the cities of the world, “Behold your God!”
Behold, the Lord God comes with might, and his arm rules for him;
behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him.
He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather Myrtle in his arms;
he will carry her in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand
and marked off the heavens with a span, enclosed the dust of the earth in a measure
and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance?
Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord, or what man shows him his counsel?
Whom did he consult, and who made him understand?
Who taught him the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and showed him the way of understanding?
Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket, and are accounted as the dust on the scales; behold, he takes up the coastlands like fine dust.
Lebanon would not suffice for fuel, nor are its beasts enough for a burnt offering.
All the nations are as nothing before him, they are accounted by him as less than nothing and emptiness.

To whom then will you liken God, or what likeness compare with him?
An idol! A craftsman casts it, and a goldsmith overlays it with gold and casts for it silver chains.
He who is too impoverished for an offering chooses wood that will not rot; he seeks out a skillful craftsman to set up an idol that will not move.

Do you not know? Do you not hear? Has it not been told you from the beginning? Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?
It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to dwell in; who brings princes to nothing, and makes the rulers of the earth as emptiness.
Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows on them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble.
To whom then will you compare me, that I should be like him? says the Holy One.
Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these?
He who brings out their host by number, calling them all by name, by the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power not one is missing.

Why do you say, O Myrtle, and speak, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my right is disregarded by my God”?
Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable.
He gives power to the faint, and to her who has no might he increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.


Lord, I believe.  Help my unbelief!