I want to write but I don’t often, many
times because I can’t do justice to that which I wish to express. I don’t have
the vocabulary or the poetry in me that describes the world around me in which
I find myself.
Early mornings which were always my worst time
of the day unless I managed somehow to get through them without thinking (not
as hard as you might think) have turned right round to become the best part of
my day. I still have the immediate guilt and worry of timeworn habit but now I
can quickly dispel those attacks by our enemy into moments of prayer, then
longer moments of prayer, until I come back to the truth that God is in charge
and I am in His care. Faith without action is dead we are told but I’m also
learning that being in Him is not always just about action but also about just
being. Hmm. Deliciously wonderful.
Today has been about blue skies and
sunshine, tinged with joy. An early morning call to Saoirse, 21 today!, who is
having a wonderful day with Flora who I also love, easy ozey hour on the
internet, with prayers answered and comical friends, nursery monitoring, bike
rides down gentle everlasting slopes which meant the ride back up was not too
hard, lift hitched to airstrip to greet my friend and my funds and back to camp
for lunch prepared by new-found friends with banana and custard! Book reading
afternoon, learning new wisdoms and now the confidence to write. Joy indeed.
I cannot express my love for you all and
how much my confidence is built upon knowing God and knowing you are all there, loving me.
