Oh my face, just six weeks ...

It is difficult to realise that the plan is that only six weeks from this weekend Tom and I will be landing at Heathrow.

Last weekend wasn't the best, though. I was ill, particularly on the Friday night. Diarrhoea and stuff. Needed water, went blind on my way to get it, ran into a wall, collapsed unconscious, that kind of thing. In that order. The lights were on and everything. Tom slept through it all! But when I came round seconds later, I could plan my route to the tap and then all was well.

And then the music on the Sunday at church was awesome. Normally the music is pretty cool, this time they really grooved. And I couldn't even record it as I had been expecting to play and didn't have my sound kit with me. Doh!

I'm still trying to work out what God might have in store for me long-term, although I am satisfied for him to let me know in his good time. This week I helped out with the English lessons in the Lalula church, and had my usual kid-magnet effect. Much more the kind of place where I feel at home than in the centre of the city. My thoughts have remained a lot in the UK whilst I've been here, though, and he seems to be setting me up for that - at least for a while!

So please give thanks with me for restoration of health, and that he will use Tom and I as he wishes in our remaining time here.

Helen and Zara's visa renewal trip was a bit longer than expected too - they missed the plane back (although they assure me it wasn't completely their fault). Give thanks for the success of the Bible Club for local children which they helped run. Pray for them as they work with others to organise a camp for the children of missionaries in the area, a chance for these children to have fun with others in the same situation as themselves.