Few things are better than spending an hour or two in a coffee shop by yourself, enjoying some good coffee, relaxing and getting things done at the same time. In fact, one of the only things that would make it better is when the other people in the coffee shop are easy on the eye. I am currently stalking some poor guy who is dandering in and out of the coffee shop on his telephone. Without doubt one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. He's probably walking in and out of the coffee shop on account of being nervous of the creepy girl in the corner whose eyes are following him like one of those creepy pictures in old houses, but I'm sure he'll have settled down by our wedding day. If not, sedation or hostage-type scenarios come to mind as being successful.
I'm not a creep. I swear.
Anyway. Update on life. It's been MENTAL recently, and again, haven't even THOUGHT about moving to Manchester. Which happens in less than a month. I'm just back from Bodybuilders, a kids' club in Dunmurry which lasts for a week every summer, and had the most blessed time. Dressed as a mushroom most of the week because I was Toadstool from Mario (see above photo) in our sketch all week.
In other news, I fell on a nail while making a mushroom suit (again, see above photo) and running away from inappropriate video footage, and ripped my leg open in the most horrible fashion. I don't think I've ever been so badly injured. There ensued a trip to Downpatrick A&E, leg wrapped in a piece of bright pink silk which turned red very quickly due to the amount of blood I was losing. Eight stitches. First ever. And while I was getting them, I think Faye's shoulder was injured worse than me, just 'cause I was biting her so hard.
I'm meant to be doing a kids' club in Cavan next week which I was really looking forward to... but my body has decided to freak out and I have about four hundred doctor's and hospital appointments next week. I need to be better before Manchester... my lovely housemate Lisa is coming with me next week to make sure I don't go mental after anaesthetic!
Long and short of it, at the moment, I'm feeling incredibly tired, very overwhelmed and a little sick. Things can't always go our way, but it's how we choose to deal with them that matters. We are constantly being tested, and these are all chances to let our character grow. At the moment, my natural reaction is to crawl into a corner and sleep, but god has given me this joy that refuses to let me do that. And thank goodness. Things seem a bit impossible at the minute, but I can hear this voice telling me it's going to work out, that I'm in His will, and that I am safe and secure. Oh what joy we experience, being our Father's children. How beyond words is his majesty, wonder and power, yet how deep is his love and grace and mercy. These things are said all the time, but only because they are so true. He is the longing of Creation, is the only truth that matters in this universe.
I can't wait to show this to the people of Manchester.
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