Back To Square — ^&#!@

At 4:15 yesterday afternoon (after I’d begun work at 4:30 in the morning) I discovered why my work has gone so well all week.

In less than ten days I have edited and formatted 410 pages of a 582-page manuscript.

Granted, those work days extended for 16 to 20 hours each. But nevertheless, I covered a lot of text and formatted a whole bunch of graphics.

This labor represents a personal best for me, a Herculean accomplishment.

My work progressed smoothly — because I’ve been doing it all wrong!

I neglected to set a formatting/spacing command in the Page Setup menu, a command which effects the entire 582-page document.

As soon as I noticed my omission, I realized that I knew better.

I knew better!

I knew better!

But, I forgot.

To fix this mistake, I must return to page one and begin again.

I should pay more attention to detail — but I’m not the only one who should.

In her office Thursday, Ginny discovered a misplaced comma. That’s right, a single simple comma.

A coworker issued a check to a vendor for $26,000 dollars. It was ready to be mailed when Ginny noticed that missing comma. The check should have been for only $2,600 dollars.

Oh well, it’s government money. Who cares?

But Ginny caught the office mistake before any damage was done; I bulled ahead 410 pages into my manuscript before I noticed my fatal formatting error.

After I stopped throwing things and hitting my thighs with my fist, I calmed down and remembered that my times are in God’s hands.

I suspect the Lord Jesus is more interested in formatting me than He is in the formatting of my manuscript.

If I were walking in His will while I worked on the project in the first place, then I’ll be walking in His will while I do it all over again.

I’m resigned to doing whatever it takes to do the job right.

I really am.

I feel at peace.

But somehow I doubt I’ll be writing a blog post about the sin of profanity any time soon.