Here I am again.
My initial experiments with dictation software took place over a year ago, with some disappointment. More recently, I updated my program. This brought about better results, it seemed, but there was still more frustration involved than I thought there should be.
So here I am again. One more upgrade has led me to an overhauled program, which I hope will finally meet my expectations.
For the time being, at least it seems to work for writing blog posts.
Richard Wurmbrand said this:
“In prayer, something like an echo takes place. When you strike a note on a piano, corresponding strings in all the other pianos in the room start to vibrate. It is just the same when we express a pure wish in our ardent prayers: All around us we mobilize angels who are inspired by the same wish.”
With winter coming, why not a few words about spring?!
Courtesy of Parker Palmer:
“I will wax romantic about spring and its splendors in a moment, but first there is a hard truth to be told: before spring becomes beautiful, it is plug ugly, nothing but mud and muck. I have walked in the early spring through fields that will suck your boots off, a world so wet and woeful it makes you yearn for the return of ice. But in that muddy mess, the conditions for rebirth are being created.
I love the fact that the word humus–the decayed vegetable matter that feeds the roots of plants–comes from the same root that gives rise to the word humility. It is a blessed etymology. It helps me understand that the humiliating events of life, the events that leave ‘mud on my face’ or that ‘make my name mud,’ may create the fertile soil in which something new can grow.”
Taken from John Baillie’s “Diary of Private Prayer”…
“Today, give me a stout heart to bear my own burdens. Give me a willing heart to bear the burdens of others. Give me a believing heart to cast all burdens upon Thee.”
Great analysis of the Calgary game by former Rider Scott Schultz. Schultzie never WAS shy! Nice to see nothing’s changed.