Chris goes into hospital tomorrow for an operation to release a tendon on his left leg, I am more than a little concerned because of his heart condition anaesthesia is always more risky, he has stopped taking Warfarin so the risk of bleeding should be minimal, but getting the balance back to normal after an op is always troublesome...

I am still plugging away at the assignments for ERMC, but again I am not sure I'm getting anywhere at all, so I have applied for an extension- but think I may well be too late asking ( I can but try)!

Right now I would quite like a quite weekend away somewhere on my own- London Colney ( for a study weekend) does not really count!

There are times I believe when we need to take stock and reflect on where we have been and where we are going- quiet places are rare in my life and I need them...

Psalm 63:1-8   
A psalm by David when he was in the wilderness of Judah.

        O God, you are my God.
            At dawn I search for you.
                My soul thirsts for you.
                My body longs for you
                    in a dry, parched land where there is no water.
   So I look for you in the holy place
            to see your power and your glory.
         My lips will praise you
            because your mercy is better than life {itself}.
        So I will thank you as long as I live.
            I will lift up my hands {to pray} in your name.
       You satisfy my soul with the richest foods.
            My mouth will sing {your} praise with joyful lips.
        As I lie on my bed, I remember you.
            Through the long hours of the night, I think about you.
       You have been my help.
            In the shadow of your wings, I sing joyfully.
         My soul clings to you.
            Your right hand supports me.

It is hard to ask for care when you are the carer, it is hard to demand time when you are the one who normally gives it, but I am not an ever flowing stream and my life is dry... Lord send streams in the desert... make the wastelands bloom ...