THE ACTUAL DATE OF WRITING IS SUNDAY, JULY 13TH...ALL WILL BECOME NORMAL WHEN I HAVE INTERNET IN MY OWN HOUSE...
A weekend in the life of your average (?) office administrator….
On Friday, after writing on here about my mind-explosion concerning Mr Coupland, unknowing prophet, i went and had a big old cry, feeling so shit about the week I had just lived, and overwhelming concerned that even my weekend would get entrenched in the monotony and boredom I had suffered all week. Got that out of the way, and proceeded to have a very fun evening in the pub with the gang, plus Dan and Ellen and Mark H. Very fun.
Spent Saturday-day painting my new house! I was so giddy I didn’t actually get much work done, mainly just let the others get on with it, while I stood there with a brush in my hand looking, if not being, very useful indeed. I freakin love that house man, pile of rubble it may still, be, I love it. Finding that dreams for it are coming quite readily to my mind. Had a lot a lot of fun hanging out with Matt P. Like him a lot – really hope he comes to stay at ours. He was painting the ceiling in my room, which was a hideous, caleb shade of orange, and is now white. I looked round at one point to see him chuckling heartily. He had written (very impressively, since it was with a roller on a long stick) Jesus on it, which turned into I love (heart) Jesus. It was brilliant. We all just stood there looking at it, and each reacting to the sublime yet cheesy truth of the scene in our very unique ways of laughing, clapping, generally expressing excitement. The camera that we’d each forgotten to bring wasn’t needed. I shan’t forget it ever, when I look at my ceiling..
Last night was flippin amazing too. Went to caleb+claire+sophie’s house for a big old time of prayin with all the girls from our gang. I usually sack the girl stuff off, but when Sue Mitchell was here it changed my mind on the whole thing somewhat. So I went. And I it was brill. Talked and prayed for ages about how we are being called back into openness and honesty and all those things we ditched a couple of years back because of how they had been corrupted and screwed up. We all so know that we need it right now, and that we’re ready to have them back, with a bit more maturity on our side, and just a greater love for each other which will prevent people’s secrets being trampled on, and will allow us to trust more within it. it was so good to be confirmed in what I’d been learning from god this week about the need for it, that its not a luxury or an option anymore, its just essential really. It was hard to hear Sal talk about it all and saying why she thinks it necessary, when I was feeling so heavy in my heart about how it seems she has sacked everything we were praying for her other night. Anyways I got to pray for Helen dc for ages and remembered how much I love her, and man we really worked hard to bash down some shit out of her way. Saw her tonight, and the effects of it are hard but good and slow but gently being worked out. Had big fun staying ot Ozza’s last night. Have missed that house. Feels very much like a home of mine. I have several!
Spent most of today in the park. Really wanted to see the Gribbons but they never showed. Rats. oh and rache asked me to pray at her wedding….i was so thrilled. Yes please…..Went to prayer school. Had a hard time finding joy. As ever. Got there though. Resa prayed for me. What a gem. So much good I want for her. Hard to express it to her though, when she’s so unsupported and her heart is busy reacting to that. Why is it that it can take so long for a person to feel that with us, sometimes? Bothers me. Had some lovely times with jesus tonight, singing songs in Spanish and vividly for the first time seeing his name painted on the sky over the city. Never had that before – that expectation, that much anti-cynicism about revival. Jolly exciting. Cate prayed for my back (gracious, hark at me, whittering away…!) which was b-rill-i-ant. More on that tomorrow, maybe. So need to go to bed.
Man, hands up who loves jesus, hey….?