2/31

Sitting in the park on the phone to Roz, the sounds of Brighton in the background, seagulls, children playing and a random man playing the penny whistle.  Reading exactly what I need to know with some students. “Since, through God’s mercy, we have this ministry, we do not lose heart.” Sitting on the train, seeing the pretty sun lighting up bluebells and other purpley type flowers on the way home. Thinking, it’s time to be thankful for those kind of details again. Wanting to fight the weariness and finish this race well.

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