more real life...

Back to the rubbish with a vengeance.... every time I think we're starting to get somewhere, something else crops up. There's no need for me to pick the tops off my own scars when other people get there first.
I am starting to think that emigrating is the only way we will ever get free from this

back to normal

I've spent most of the last month away - a week on holiday, a few days back (long enough to get the washing done), then away again on a course and visiting my sister and then my parents. Hence the non-blogging.
On my travels, I picked up 'Ruthless Trust' by Brennan Manning. I was particularly challenged by a couple of sentences in chapter 3:
"Anyone God uses significantly is always deeply wounded."
"On the last day, Jesus will look us over not for medals, diplomas, or honors, but for scars."

My scars are healing, but I have to resist the temptation to keep picking the scabs off...