Earlier this week, I went to have a very lovely medical technician do some very not-nice-but-quickly-over tests on me; nothing significant, just the sort of thing that is regularly done to make sure nothing nasty is happening without being noticed. I went because somebody else arranged it, and reminded me it was time. I went… Continue reading Almost unnoticed blessing
I have just returned from the last class of my final module of my MA. It’s by no means over yet; there is still an essay for this module to write, and then the dissertation, and that isn’t handed in until September. But still, it marks a staging post, and is just a moment to… Continue reading So fortunate….
Yesterday, I was privileged to lead prayers at an important meeting of a Significant Organisation of which I am a trustee. Today, I have been privileged to lead the cremation service and then the thanksgiving and memorial service for a lovely and well loved member of our fellowship. And around and through all of that,… Continue reading The Big Things
I know it’s been quiet here for a day or two – but it isn’t that I am not being thankful! I had two days off last week, and I managed not to turn the computer on. This is a big thing. This means I went two days without dealing with email. This is a… Continue reading More thanks…
Today, after yesterday’s horror, I am grateful for those who run towards danger rather than away from it, for those who are in public service, and for those who are convinced that love will triumph over hate It says All terrorists are politely reminded this is London, and whatever you do to us, we will… Continue reading After yesterday….
Today is World Poetry day – and today we have a deacons meeting. I am starting the meeting by reading one of my favourite poems, one of George Herbert’s prayers. And today, I am thankful for wonderful poetry and dedicated deacons. Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back. … Continue reading So much to be thankful for
I went to see one of our members who can no longer leave her room. I go regularly and we share prayer and bread and wine. It’s a good visit. Her room overlooks a small garden which is looked after by somebody who is skilled at that stuff. When I walked in, she said “look… Continue reading