Mum hugs.
15/31
One day, one day we will walk in the sun, there will be no more tiredness, pain, grumpiness, frustration, longings, fears or uncertainty. We will have our tears wiped away, we will know for sure, and we will be at peace. One day we will know as we are known now. One day we will stand face to face with our Maker. One day we will be welcomed home with big fat steak and the finest of wine, and we will be at peace. One day.
14/31
Giggling inappropriately in a prayer meeting. Comedy praying is always best. Oh and rediscovering this by the brilliant Stewart Henderson. I’m sure it’s a good thing that the talks I’m writing are making me cry.
For when our hearts weep glorious
relieved of all this miserable
Roll down canyons careless we
echoing with glee and goodness
Forming visions in the scampering dust
and skimming frisbees made of sun spots
For when our hearts weep glorious
weightless of all bitter slump
sparkling as a beach we all
then burrow through the sighing waves
to play see -saw with driftwood and shells
For when our hearts weep glorious
For when our hearts shout ‘what a hoot’
For when our hearts skip round and round
For when our hearts beat lots and more
Then there we race in radiance
and all these dreams are then and now
and after that there is no fade
For when our hearts swoop without fall
outshines all
the one who paid
13/31
Up early. Writing talks on hope. Realising that they are just the flip side of my talks on struggling and perseverance. Laughing at myself and that it was very me to write a talk on hope and talk lots about how rubbish this world is. Increasing confidence in the brilliant hope we have. The joy of being productive again. Seeing growth and change in the work.
12/31
Spending most of the day pondering Hope. Sensible decisions. Home to housemates, chili, Black Books and wine. Mmmmm.
The Long Walk Home 