And the beat goes on...

Today is Tuesday 27th March. I'm quite scared; In a human kind of a way. In the kind of way that is overwhelming when you think about the enormous list of things that need to be done in the next..oh...8 weeks. To name a few - fundraising, sorting, packing, working, organising church stuff blah blah blah. My mind starts zoning out when the list reaches about 5 things, I'm sure yours does to. In a true English fashion, I'm having a moan (apparently one of the things we English do rather well) becasue with all these things I have opted (?) to make a real challenge out of them. By that, I mean to confess that I did something rather embarrassing last week - something I've not done for at least 10 years - I fell off my bike. What has changed since the lst time is that noone stopped to help me :(


In true Bowles (my family tends to delay ringing ambulances in the middle of the night for serious medical problems out of fear that the poor paramedics will be inconvenienced) / English reserve style (at the risk of being embarrassed) it took me more than 24 hours to make it to A & E (ER) by which time it all looked rather grim. I was prodded by a doctor and then by a consultant ("Hey there's this woman with a really sore knee...why don't you come and poke it to see how long it takes her to cry?"). Fortunately, there is no bone injury (thank you God) but there does seem to be some soft tissue damage, probably to the medial ligament. I'm under instruction, at home, waiting to see what happens when the swelling and bruising goes down. Basically, if it's fine it's fine, and if it's not it's back to square 1. So, we wait.


In the meantime my level of scared-ness is going up and down: Down when I am reminded that this is all for God and to that end He will be faithful and up when I start looking at the lists again or thinking about the practicalities of clearing the loft standing on one leg trying not to fall down the hatch. So the point of all this rambling is...ummm...ah yes, to share with you all the realities of our journey, of the call, so that you can come with us - hopefully in prayer as well as in my moaning (how typically English). Once again I'm drawn to Psalm 139, if you'll excuse the paraphrase..."you go before me, you're behind me, nothing is hidden from you".
To add, almost as an after thought...those of you who receive our newsletter will know about my breast lump (no pictures though, you'll be glad to hear) that was high on the prayer agenda last month...well, the tests show there is nothing to be worried about. No further tests necessary. Praise Him.
Thank you to all of you who have come on board with prayer and financial support - we really appreciate your involvement (my level of scared-ness is tempered by the knowledge of all that 'prayer noise' behind us).
Until next time, giving it all to Him.