A Cup of Tea... or Three

Isaiah 52:12 has been coming back at the most random of times. It's actually been brought to my attention 4 times this week, 3 times by people and once in My Utmost For His Highest, which is the most astonishing to me, because it was compiled in 1935, and even then God knew I would need this verse to be told to me these past two weeks. God knew. Isn't that awesome?

I don't like not doing anything. I don't like counting down to an event because I find myself forgetting to live in the present. And even though I'm waiting for people to get back, for Index to start back up, for a new job to begin, and for Katie to come up, I have not wasted time. I have had Nathan and Beki up from Paris, which was good times, I've hung out with Jen, Alan, Dave and Nadia, I've had cups of tea with Arpita, Nadia and Clair... Food and/or tea always make for good conversation times. I love spending quality time with people.


And even when there have not been people round, I have knitted, made cards, written to BT, emailed royal mail, semi sorted out a boiler replacement... yeah, there's alot wrong with the flat just now... and spent quiet time with God. Living room sofa + snow watching from the window + Bible + notebook + quilt covers + God + me = wonderful!

Last night there was a camp reunion at the Garretts' house, in Sharon, Massachusetts. Obviously I didn't quite make it. However, knowledge of Shaggy and Bex's engagement made it to me. Congratulations!!!