Thanks for a week without a lot of incidents. I’m still pretty exhausted and recovering from last week, I think. I mean, there was Wednesday – but who could complain about Wednesday? That kind of exhaustion is elating. Imagine – Paul’s answer to Emily’s wanting to understand more about God was for all of them to go to Church and Sunday School. I don’t know why I should be surprised that you can work without me, Father. I guess I just start feeling like I have to take on everything myself. And I’m so used to Joel. That is the most taxing thing at the moment. This whole situation with Joel and Hamish. Father, only you can resolve this one. Please do. I worry so much about Hamish, Joel can be frightening when he never intends to be – when he’s frightened … which is what he is when it comes to you, Lord. Please soften Joel’s heart Father.
Hamish was so stoic today when he came for his lessons. Cracking jokes, showing off – full of beans. Like he’d forced himself to swallow every one of them that he could bring himself to before he came – for my sake. Lot’s of fun – don’t get me wrong – he had me in stitches to the point where I couldn’t remember what we were supposed to be doing. But it was like he was trying to prove to me that he was alright. And he’s not. He gave me an extra long hug at the end when Karen came to get him.
Karen smiled an unspoken acknowledgement of my brother’s stubbornness at me.
I nodded and smiled an ‘I don’t know how you put up with it’ back to her.
To which she shrugged and half smiled an ‘I love the man …’
All without speaking while Hamish had his head tucked over my shoulder.
Emily on the other hand was pumped. She was genuinely excited and full of questions about Church and Sunday school and what happened and people who would be there and – you name it … down to how many cubicles were in the toilets, what kinds of flowers and ‘did the minister wear a dress?’ because someone at school told her that ministers wore dresses … She could barely focus on her drumming either and stopped to ask a new question every time she started anything.
What sheep station?
Maybe I was wrong after all.
Who needs to compete for sheep stations – or whatever it’s ten-year-old’s equivalent is when you have Church to look forward to or long for? A desire to worship him unhindered. A curiosity driven by the Spirit that seems insatiable that drives as many spiritual questions as a child’s enquiring mind drives ones that seem random … or “why?”…
I have to ask myself, ‘where did that go in me?’ at times; and ‘what did it become?’
Father help me take the time – no matter how long I live here on earth to know you to stop and be astounded by your wonderful glory, your authority, your creativity, your love, your holiness and your majesty. And you grace Lord. Always by your grace.
Father help me to prepare for Gina’s cello lesson on Monday too. I’m kind of nervous about that. Prepare her also. It’s going to be weird to teach an adult after all this time. Thanks for this chance to spend good time with her.
See today Hamish Johns’ Secret Diary for an update on his journey.