Users, Alone and Tears

Ugghh...how to put this diplomatically...users (read those who think CD trays are cupholders) really are an interesting lot....sigh...

Long day and all alone in in a very empty apartment. Stark difference from yesterday's wonderfulness. Grabbed that early flight and slept all the in to Jakarta...sheesh...musta been dog tired from last night.

If you thought KL's jam was horrendous, I think Dante's divine comedy would not be too inappropriate a description for the levels of driving lunacy on Indonesian roads. By the time I arrived at the apartment, I needed a shower and some quiet down time just to re-orientate myself.

After that, it was into the bank for a gruelling update meeting and this will continue for the next two days. Plus, I've received word that my Indonesian staff did not pass Malaysian customs unscathed today on their way back into Malaysia. I hope our HR will resolve this otherwise, I'm looking at more issue juggling...sigh...I hate mondays.

Tomorrow looks uglier and suddenly I feel so alone (I must have said that already *grin*). One thing that is a bright spot this week is that I'll be leading worship. Now I've got to swallow all that I've regurgitated in my previous post on worship. I loved the way Sivin melded the litrugy into the worship service yesterday and this has given me some ideas...hehhehe.

For the next two days though, I'm gonna have to be dependent on God to get me through.

Right now though, I'm a bit weary from the long day. Watching the updates of the Russian school tragedy on TV right now. The children...sigh. I watch dumfounded and an immense weight sits in my heart as I watch the large dug-up fields of graves for children. I see the open caskets. I see the pale once-smiling faces. I see the grieve. And I feel the anger.

Thus it goes around and around. What a Monday...

I pray to God that He comforts the grief-stricken,
The wounded,
The inflamed vengeance-filled soul.
And I weep with them.