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Calm before the storm

Its been a very crazy week. In three and a bit hours I'm off to Youthwork the Conference to run a prayer room and do a few other bits and pieces. Preparing and stuff has been hectic, but into the middle of yesterday I got a little insight into what it means to be led beside still waters; to have my soul restored.

For a start my main email went down yesterday morning (if you need to get intouch sorry- use my 247 address). In some ways frustrating but actually has allowed some space where I don't have to answer anything. Did some training with the local interns as usual, and hung out for an hour or so over lunch (during which time God sorted out my team for this weekend, after I had decided I should stop trying!)

Then I was scheduled to go see Bridget Jones 2. We pottered along, but alas, the techie people had mucked up and so it would be an hour later! We ended up going bowling and (for me at least) switching off. By the time i got to the film I was relaxed and ready to enjoy. By the way, its a great girlie film. Though I did spend about 40% of it behind my hands cringeing....

A few other things followed (some more stressy than others), but just in that couple of hours God had led beside still waters. I was still moving (think He knows if I stop just now it would be a bad idea!), but there was refreshment there. I'm grateful, and I highly recommend it!

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