129 I Said I Would Blog ABout This Today (Num 12)

Today I learned there are two sides to paper.
To my untrained eye, I have assumed that it doesn't matter which way paper goes into a photocopier.
I assumed that one side is the same as the other.
That they are not different.
Oops.
Apparently, it DOES make a difference.
There are even little warnings on the outside of the reams of paper INSTRUCTING you how to put the paper in.
The side facing the seam of the ream packing HAS to go into the tray facing up.
"Surely you jest" I hear you say.
"Nay." I reply. "It is truth."
For the lovely ladies and token male (sorry Geoff) in the office playfully mocked me and friendly'y scorned my attempts at photocopier refilling today.
For all I know, they may still be giggling at my comfortableness, or lack thereof, at not really being sure if this is true or not.
(Or at my feeble attempt to form new words.)
There were certainly giggles at the time of my hesitancy.
But the instructions were there.
I saw them.
Have a look yourself.
On the packaging of the ream of "Reflex" or whatever the blue and white paper is.
Right in the spot that I see words and then ignore what they say because it's just another ream of paper.
What important things could be there to say?
Nothing?
Wrong!
Aaaaarrrrggggghhhh, it makes no sense.
And yet, I recall the number of photocopiers I have left in my wake.
Beeping.
Always beeping.
And screwing up paper.
And jamming.
And the beeping.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
For the love of all humanity make the beeping stop.
Please!

Sure. Just put the paper in the photocopier with the side facing the seam of the ream packaging facing up in the tray.

Numbers 12
Why are there times when we see what someone else is doing, and wish we could do that?
Because I mean it can't be that hard? "They" do it.
I can surely do it much better.
Surely?
The problem is, when doing something that God has made just for you to do,
only you can do it.
Not your brother.
Not your sister.
Not your uncle Francis.
You.
And if you are the brother or sister or heaven forbid, Uncle Francis, you have something else that you can do better than anyone else.
Do that.
If you don't know what "that" is, look really, really hard.
Don't try and take over.
Don't get jealous.
Support the person whose job you think you could do.
In prayer and in deed.
After seeing what Moses had put up with over the last few months, why would anyone even want to put up with the whining and the complaining and the arguing and the negotiating?
Because they probably didn't know that went on when no-one was around.
They wanted the job, because they didn't know about the hard stuff.
The long times feeling alone.
The times of interceding hour after hour.
The arguing with God.
The days without sleep or food.
Day after day smelling of sheep.
They heard of the flaming bush.
They saw the sea parting.
The shiny new tablets of stone.
Talking to a storm.
The intimate relationship with God.
And decided to take on the role they saw without preparation for the role they didn't.
God knows.
That's why Moses got things happening.
He was equipped by God.
That's why Miriam got the sickness.
She wasn't.
For that anyway.

Just a little quick reference to verse 1.
Because it makes me smile.

"Miriam and Aaron spoke against Moses because of the Cushite woman whom he had married, for he had married a Cushite woman."

Just so there was no confusion, he had indeed married a Cushite woman.