To be honest, I have tried hard to think at what would be the best to tell you about as my year here comes to a close. I am still quite busy and as usual feel like I am just barely being able to fit everything in. The sermon yesterday was titled "re-ordering disorder". I find that disorder wreaks havoc on my life and yet so many times I have let it. I have struggled to make intentional time to read and find focus. Now mind you, I have done plenty of reading but I don't know that Jane Austen counts as prayer time. I am a queen of tangents and distractions as many can attest. So as I work through my last full month in Northern Ireland, I am taking the effort to find focus and be in that moment. There is still plenty for me to do here though before I leave. I will be working in the new cafe at East Belfast Mission this week and the last week of July. In between that time I will be working at a quasi VBS/Summer Camp/Montreat in Cranfield, right under the Mourne Mountains. Cranfield is on the beach. The thing is if its raining, we will be leading the programs in the rain and if I haven't mentioned it before; it rains in Northern Ireland. It rains quite a lot. So while the rest of the programs that I have been doing have ended, the summer has sure provided plenty to keep me busy.
Blooper:
I was washing up after one of the pensioner's weekly meetings and was holding the teapot. Well, before I disposed of the used tea bags, I sniffed the inside of the teapot. I heard one of the guys that works in the office come in telling me that Americans are weird. I look up at him and probably blushed, while I explained that I was curious as to how it smelled when only the used tea bags were left. He just smiled, shook his head and walked back up to his office. I knew it was just my luck that someone would catch me doing something silly like that.
