Seemingly I have spent most of January packing or unpacking bags. Tomorrow morning I have to pack my bags once again and head off to our second Relay training conference of the year. I’m excited and scared.
I have to do part of a seminar on intimacy, sexuality and friendship. I have to talk about worth, about how to believe God’s view of this world. I have to talk about intimacy and where and when it’s a good thing and where and when we might take it too far. I’m scared of saying the wrong thing. Of making the issues too simple or too complex. I’m scared of putting my issues out there and realising that this is a mere cathartic exercise for me and of no use to anyone. I’m scared that my 5 loaves and two fishes won’t be enough.
But I’m excited, to meet up with old friends, to play games of ‘dutch blitz’ and ‘5 songs with the word……in them’, of seeing what God is doing in the lives of these Relay Workers, to hang out and sing songs of hope in this world of darkness, to be part of team for a week, to laugh, cry and share lives with people again.
Hmm I think it might be a good thing that there is someone else in this picture, someone who is good at taking loaves and fishes and multiplying them, someone who is good at working through the weak and foolish, someone who knows the depths of my heart and who loves me the same, someone who welcomes me home and someone who has this world figured out. Trusting Him might just be the thing to do.
6 days in Ledbury await me. I guess it might be good to find out where Ledbury is.