Our dear president has departed (finally) and left his place to someone who I still need to make my mind up. He will most likely bring change. But a little too forcefully perhaps? I would rather have him than someone who got to where she was because she's a woman. That's kind of a cop out.
A word about me.
So aside from this, my week has been a good one. A long one it has seemed, probably because I have been awake for so many of the hours that have constituted it.
I have finished exams, been to the embassy, worked, and done lots of thinking.
Thinking because I'ver had plenty of travel time to do so, and because I've been given matereal to be thinking about - foundations, index, Discipleship Explored, Acts 22 which is about giving your testimony and a trip out of Scotland.
I was inspired by Knowing God by J.I. Packer (or just one sentence in the book) to write a poem about God just from three words: "Behold your God!" So I did. But it's not great yet. I thought of attributes that God has, one for each letter of the alphabet, trying to give as complete a picture as possible of the God I know and the God who made me. It' impossible - I wanted for example to put in "compassionate", but if I did that, I couldn't put in "creator". Both these are essential parts of God's character. Doh! So there'll have to be compromise...
A word about Scotland.
I am in love with Scotland. I will go to other places, and for the most part enjoy them, but there is something special about Scotland. I can't quite put my finger on it, it is something I would recognise anywhere. Perhaps the gorse bushes and rugged hills. Or the wee lambs galloping. Or that word, "wee". And "aye". The varied accents from area to are, sometimes town to town. But they're all still recognisably Scottish (except maybe Glasgow's...) The castles, cathedrals, other monuments and ruins. Wind farms in the distance. The clean, friendsly trains with that "scotrail smell". The ancient stone walls, the song of the birds. Scots pine and Douglas fir. But most of these could be anywhere. Perhaps it's all these things combined. There's just a feeling. And it's this that I love.
Of course Scotland has it's flaws, a strong pagan heritage still existant and celebrated today, excessive drunkenness and regualr vomitting in the streets, the swearing every second word just to name a few.But I love it, I can't help myself. In spite of these things, Scotland is my love, and the scots, bless them, are its people.
And to finish, a picture of my recent-ish trip to Paris. This was in the Tuilleries, where there was a professional photoshoot going one. We decided to do our own.
And this is mum, dad, me, Janelle and Lynsey having a lovely dad-cooked BBQ. Oh the excitement!
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