Returned from Tenerife on tuesday night after a very restful family holiday. It seems odd to use the word restful and family in the same sentence, especially my mental family, but that is what is was. Plenty of time to read ('Life after God' - Douglass Coupland, 'Mere Christianity' - C.S Lewis and 'Sense and Sensibilty' - Jane Austen) ), sleep, annoy my brothers and think.
I had a lot of time to think, holidays are good for that. With all the thinking it finally hit me that i am actually going to be leaving Hull in just a matter of months. I simply wont be here any more. To be honest i got a bit mad with God - why does he want everyone else (nearly) to stay here and be part of this crazy thing and not me? Why hasn't He made a place for me here?
I know the answers (some of them) but it didn't stop me having a little moan and feel a bit sorry for myself. I am going to miss this place so much, it's my home and i'll have to be so careful not to leave my heart behind.
For now i'll lean not on my own understanding and trust Him. Trust that he has everything sorted, trust that he has a bigger and better plan for me, trust that the next bit will be the launchpad into the rest of my life with Him. An exciting and scary adventure with God - why would i want anything less?
Ps. Off to see Mogwai tonight, totally forgot about it, forgot about a gig?? things are changing...