Yesterday was a really lovely day. To most people it would have been a normal Sunday but to me it was a treasured day. I am amazed that in the midst of all this muddle we are going through I have days when I am truly happy. What a gift! I went to church and was surrounded by offers for help in lots of different ways. Your generosity and kindness are wonderful. For someone who finds it hard to ask for help you make it so much easier.

The rest of the day was full of family and tasks. I managed to do a huge pile of ironing which was very satisfying (for any who know me well you will know I hate ironing but it is now a delight to be able to do it) I also managed to make apple and blackberry crumble for tea. Chloe cooked a wonderful roast dinner. My taste buds are just returning so it is the first meal I have really enjoyed in 3 weeks.

This picture is me with Guinevere. We are beginning to get used to her! I try not to look in the mirror as it is very odd seeing someone else looking back at me! Last night Chloe shaved my head. I still had some very wispy hair which was quite itchy so we decided that it was time to get rid of it. It was quite fun having my head shaved and it looks so much better now. I am glad to discover I have quite a nice shaped head and it looks OK with no hair!!!

Today is full of more family and friends. Josh returns to Brighton tonight. It has been a delight to have him here and to hear all about his new job . He has certainly fallen on his feet.

Reading a blog this morning again the idea that God does give us more than we can handle has come up. The writer says that if we are given only what we can handle we will never call out to God we will continue in our way trusting in our own resources and relying on our own abilities.

She writes;

f I can handle it, then I will never learn to “Trust in the LORD with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding.”

If I can handle it, I will never learn to “rejoice in the Lord always.” I will never learn to, “not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present my requests to God.”

And I will never learn about the “peace of God that transcends all understanding.” Or to “consider it pure joy” when I face trials. Or learn to “believe and not doubt.” Or to know what it feels like to have the “Spirit himself intercede for me in groans that words cannot express.” (Hennhouse)

I think this experience is showing me this. On my own this is way too much to handle, way too scary. But with God all things are possible.