What happens when all the pressure is finally lifted of? You breath a sigh of relief and try and avoid thinking about everything. Thats my response anyway. This is me thinking back on the past week. Where I managed to find lots of wee things to do, to avoid doing the big things, and getting me head around this past month with all that has happened.
Well this week is now over and its time for the big things next week. Trying to be wise this week and treating my body better. Rather than being silly pushing it and doing damage. You allways think you are stronger than you think until you feel it all go.
Tonight has been so much quieter than last week. But what a show we had last Saturday night, what and encouraging night. I have not had so much fun at a church show in a long time. It has to have been a number of reasons, God's Spirit moving mightily, us getting things closer to perfect and the people that were there. It was a missions conference after all.
Sharing the love of Jesus with puppets, storytelling, juggling, balloons and all kinds of stuff, from Ireland to the end of the world
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
When It all starts to hit home
It has been an interesting time since my return from Moldova. The trip was good, the ministry was good. The heartache shock and loss of Mike's death back home, I am only coming to terms with now. Now that I have time to think, to walk on the beach and ponder. To realise all that has happened, to realise the implications for everyone, to realise the implications for me.
Sunday was good and fun, the show in the army base, for kids. It makes a first, when the congregation did not bother to go to church, they all came to Sunday school and the puppet show instead, I almost felt sorry for the Chaplain. The kids listened, the parents listened. It is a lonely hard life for them, so isolated and so alone at times. To share the answer was quite the privilege, I am looking forward to our next visit. For these are the people we most enjoy doing programs for.
All that has happened is helping to put things into perspective for me, forcing me to make the hard choices I have been putting of. I no longer have Mike to go to for advice, I have to just stand up and do what I think is right. It is making me take risk's in areas where I have just waited patiently for years now. Will the risk pay of, time will tell, I can not hang around really just waiting on it, waiting for time to redeem past mistakes.
Sunday was good and fun, the show in the army base, for kids. It makes a first, when the congregation did not bother to go to church, they all came to Sunday school and the puppet show instead, I almost felt sorry for the Chaplain. The kids listened, the parents listened. It is a lonely hard life for them, so isolated and so alone at times. To share the answer was quite the privilege, I am looking forward to our next visit. For these are the people we most enjoy doing programs for.
All that has happened is helping to put things into perspective for me, forcing me to make the hard choices I have been putting of. I no longer have Mike to go to for advice, I have to just stand up and do what I think is right. It is making me take risk's in areas where I have just waited patiently for years now. Will the risk pay of, time will tell, I can not hang around really just waiting on it, waiting for time to redeem past mistakes.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Loosing your voice
You go to bed at night, feeling like you are loosing your voice. You wake up the next day and it feels fine, but oh that evening we are back to square one again, and the voice is going. What can you do, but drink warm tea and honey.
I never thought I would be doing all the storytelling this trip. Fool that I am, I never imagined I would find myself on my own telling all the stories. Lesson learned next time I will be prepared, no matter how little I think I will have to do.
I have to wonder though what will next time look like. With no more Mike to sort all. What will it be like. Time will tell. For now I just have to sort all the wee things. Try not to get caught out like this again, with a dodgy voice and two days of shows left to go. Monday night I can loose my voice but then and only then. With Oksana gone home to seminary there is no back up storyteller. But God knows, and it will all work out for good.
I never thought I would be doing all the storytelling this trip. Fool that I am, I never imagined I would find myself on my own telling all the stories. Lesson learned next time I will be prepared, no matter how little I think I will have to do.
I have to wonder though what will next time look like. With no more Mike to sort all. What will it be like. Time will tell. For now I just have to sort all the wee things. Try not to get caught out like this again, with a dodgy voice and two days of shows left to go. Monday night I can loose my voice but then and only then. With Oksana gone home to seminary there is no back up storyteller. But God knows, and it will all work out for good.
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