I've been busy with many things and thoughts.
My children and my wife all went back to school today.
I was involved in a meeting at County Hall all morning, totally unrelated to awakeover.
After the meeting, I wandered the streets of Haverfordwest, buying bits and pieces. Postit notes. Crayons.
I became aimless, a wanderer.
I went into Morrison's supermarket to get some milkshake.
I became almost overwhelmed with sadness, which came from nowhere and almost pressed me to the floor.
I remember thinking; "if I was at Ffald-y-Brenin now I could collapse on the floor, I could weep, sob and cry, and no-one would think it strange." How would the staff of Morrison's react?
I held it together, though I felt VERY slow and lethargic for some time, as if something (or someone) was weighing me down.
It lifted as I cycled home, but when I got home, I just didn't want to be there, and despite my fatigue, walked up to the school to meet my family.
Tonight, I went to the church with Nigel and Alun. We added a few touches here and there, then we went round the church and asked God to bless each of the prayer stations. There was a palpable presence in the church.
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