Bournagain

Over the last couple of days I could really feel the stress building - with our departure for the southern hemisphere only 14 days away. There just seems like a mountain of stuff still to do, and then yesterday I had one of those days when you run around doing all kinds of “necessary” stuff, but none of which is on your priority list. By the time 4.00 came around you could just about see the steam coming out of my ears. And then a little voice inside said, “go for a bike ride”. In France people who hear little voices generally find themselves put on a lot of medication fast. But as there were no psychiatrists handy I decided to obey that little voice, dropped everything, hopped on my bike, and spent a couple of hours cycling along that river you can see in our header bar.

Why don’t I do that more often? It is really amazing how your perspective can change in an instant. I had my eyes on the track in front of me, and at one point stopped, looked up and saw the most stunning green postcard vista in front of me, and the little voice suddenly became incredibly clear and authoritative: “Simon, stop worrying. I am all you need.” That was all. It was like someone just changed the CD in my brain, and my thoughts were back on the right track again.

I need to stop allowing myself to live as if God wasn’t there.