As you read the title of this post, dear reader, please insert the Hallelujah Chorus audio clip in your brain. Because this hallelujah moment is just that big. Huge. Ginormous. The Mt. Everest of moments, really. (And, since I am now singing "hallelujah" over and over again in my brain, I had to look it up: "Hallelujah" literally translated means "praise God"...and that's pretty much what we're doing here.)
Last Monday morning I received some fairly grim news: an external hard drive hooked up to my computer had failed.
Monday afternoon: the grim news escalated into something far worse. The aforementioned hard drive just happened to contain every (oh yeah...every) picture I have taken in the last 3 years. (Please keep in mind that I have a 2 year old.)
Tuesday: Ian tried to "fix" it. I kept trying to convince him to talk to someone...you know, like at Best Buy.
Wednesday: I called my tech-savvy brother. Best Buy = Bad Idea. Probably never going to recover an ounce of data. (This is when I started to cry a little...then debated the logistics of "bargaining" with an all-knowing, miracle-performing Father in Heaven.)
Wednesday afternoon/evening: Called every computer-geeky-smart person I know. Followed this up with some non-bargaining, sincere praying. (Okay...maybe I unconsciously tried to bargain a little. A wee bit.)
Thursday: Our friend, Wade, picked up the accursed box...offering no guarantees.
Thursday, 11:32pm: Received text message stating, "Your drive is fine. It was the case."
HALLELUJAH! And I mean that literally. Because, to be honest, there have been some important goings-on around here the last couple years. You know, like this:
Etc., etc., etc...(Seriously...Hallelujah!)
