One day my granddaughter was here and I was googling something for her on the computer. We have a book that mentions the Sphinx, something she’d never heard of, so I wanted to show her a picture of that formidable Egyptian sculpture.
When she sat down in front of my computer, the screen was showing ‘My Documents.’ She gazed in wonder at the thirty or so files and asked, “Did you write ALL those things?”
I replied in the affirmative, smiling at the exclamation she’d make if I would show her all my Dropbox files. I have computer files and several flash drives, but EVERYTHING is backed up in Dropbox, just in case the house ever blows away. (When you live in a mobile home and can feel the place shudder a bit in powerful gusts, this seems almost possible.)
A lot of my files get transferred to Dropbox when I hear tornado warnings issued. I think of pictures I’ve seen of other places hit by tornadoes, some areas where you can hardly tell there were streets and houses before. Worry-wart that I am, this picture pops into my head of me scrounging through the neighboring fields for flash drives buried in the mud. I envision my papers—all my life’s writings, including manuscripts—scattered to the four winds. Quickly before the Internet goes down, as it often does when heavy clouds roll in, I start stuffing all my files into my Dropbox. Thankfully it hasn’t overflowed yet.
I’ve had one disappointment over the years because of a 3.5″ disk full of files I stored years ago, some of them quite valuable to me. I’ve tried numerous times to access these files but something has gone awry, the bearing or whatever it is refuses to turn, thus the disk won’t divulge its contents. This disk was never copied to Dropbox, nor have I ever saved the files as paper copies. They are lost to me even though I still hold the disk in my hands.
Someone told us lately that he backs up all the financial records for his business on Dropbox; he finds it an excellent cloud storage for such things. Whether you choose this company or some other, I do urge you: if you write, find some off-site place for storing your files where winds cannot blow it away, floods and fire can’t destroy it, where children can’t carry it off and lose it. Little eyes are fascinated by small, colorful things, and tiny hands can take a flash drive goodness knows where.
However, these are all earthly considerations. Solomon, who wrote most of the book of Proverbs, tells his son to guard something far more valuable: “Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.” Proverbs 4:23
I will get out of my Dropbox exactly what I put in it. The files will read just as I put them in; no one will rewrite, add, or improve on anything. The same with our hearts. We can’t store anger and extract affection, fill it with suspicions and draw out friendships, put in porn and pull out purity.
If we fill them with trash, trash is all we will find—and our corrupt hearts will in turn trash our whole life. If we fill them with good things like pure thoughts, holy scriptures, charity, forgiveness, etc., then good things will come out when we need them.
Luke 6:45: “A good man out of the good treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is good; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is evil: for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaketh.”