The foolishness of my last post was mentioning how quiet my week was. It was followed by an activity-packed hen weekend in deepest, darkest, rural Wales. My years of watching The West Wing have taught me that you get the embarrassing information out there first so that you control the story, hence my facebooking of late. Yes, I was the one who got the dodgy lever-brake-thing, which meant getting stuck on a part of the zip-wire that nobody else has. As the instructor began to get a bit panicked, I felt very grateful for the gift of prayer. And as I hung there in a state which is the polar opposite of anything beautiful, graceful or agile, I thought about how this is another one of those wonderful metaphors I can apply along the journey of support raising: holding on, not freaking out, trusting in the infinitely higher power of God...
Yet this is an image I will have to hold onto (sorry, unintended pun) for later. At present, I am in the wonderful, sunrise at the mountain-top stage of support raising. I am just starting out and experiencing all the joys and encouragement of the first supporters joining me. Some supporters are really close friends and family members, at least one person is not. I'm discovering at least one surprising and miraculous thing about each of these individuals, their decision to support me and the things God is doing in their lives. Thank you so much for your prayers, encouragement and support; I really mean it. Thank you.
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