Back to work day. And what a day…everything is finally falling into place.
The bus driver must have been David Coulthard’s right-hand man as we arrived at RothwellStation 5 minutes early, meaning getting the train 12 minutes earlier than the usual. I arrived at work well before 8!
Trained a colleague, assisted another, reviewed work practices and continued on the task at hand.
After work, with a large storm system coming, I arrived home in the nick of time before the heavens opened.
I then caught up on emails, processed walk registrations and went to bed. A fairly uneventful day, but gave me a chance to reflect on myself, a kind of debrief was warranted.
I am in a bit of a quandary now that my eldest daughter is home from the Mental Health Unit. I am being pulled to going to church which I haven’t been involved with for twenty years, due to family circumstances. But opportunities are presenting themselves:
- A new environment for my eldest daughter but a caring and giving one.
- They have outdoor activities which I see a need to be part of.
- They meet on a Saturday, so my Sunday commitments do not clash.
- I am a friend of a member of the church so fitting in will be so much easier.
- The church is vibrant…
The threats are just as important:
- My wife doesn’t like the idea of attending church, after her previous bad experiences.
- It is a long way to travel to this church, but there is plenty of time to get there
- Could I sacrifice a whole day for this?
- Will the expectation be too restrictive to allow me to continue on with my life, especially when priorities may mean foregoing for a day occasionally?
This is going to take some praying and soul searching…