  So, today was a quiet day. A very very quiet day. The day began with my daughter, her hubby and grandbub Xavier going out for more that half the day. During that time i managed to do some of their washing.... it piles up here with the very cold weather. I cleaned house and the room I am staying in.
I made a phone call to my son Nick, cried a little after putting the phone down... miss him so very much. Planning on seeing him at the end of this week after which he and I will be making plans to travel back home...up north to Queensland. It will take more than two days to make the trip safely.
When the housekeepers returned, they continued to clean the study out and I made crepes for lunch. After which I entertained myself almost the rest of the day with Xavier. He is such a cutie. I sang songs to him and he sang along. I am actually amazed at some of the kiddies songs that i remember from teaching Sunday School many years ago. Anyway, he was sitting on my lap and i started to sing: "One fat catapillar sitting on my lap...." His father roared out laughing saying that that is exactly what he looks like...a catapillar sitting on my lap.
The pastor of my church from up north called and we chatted about the progress in church. There has been an awakening in the members he tells me. I am so very very glad. The church is small but has been so very disconnected but even before I left for this trip it was noticeable that there was a 'family' feeling there.
       
They have water baptism tommorrow with two people being baptised. One is a lady of about 36yrs old..and the other is a younger girl.. 20yrs old. Both are from Ukraine...although neither are related to each other. It is quite exciting. Please pray for protection for both of them as they both have enough attacks from family and friends outside of the church. Both have been going thru discipleship with the pastor for a number of months in preparation for the baptism.
Me, i am still positive. What can I say. 'If the Lord is for me, who can be against me' ...He is my strength, my refuge. He is my ever present help in time of need. He is my comforter, my guide. Where else can i go but to HIM .... the author and finisher of my faith.
I am reading a book at the moment that is quite interesting. By reading...i mean... a couple of paragraphs here and there. "The Sacred Romance" There is a bigger picture to my life. I am in a story. I am the main character. I am a servant of a king... doing his bidding.... as much as I can. I am being directed and ordered by Him in this glorious storytelling. Some days are good. Some days are bad. Some days are exciting and some a down right scary. But who has heard of a story without any of those elements in it. A Good story anyways. LOL I am playing a role. I just would like to know who sometimes.  Am I 'Guenevieve' from King Arthur? Am I maybe 'Lucy' from Narnia? Or maybe I am 'Florence Nightingale'?
Oh well....enough of that. Here is a picture I took of Xavier...only yesterday. Got just enough time to post it before he starts wailing again. LOL.
I love you all. Keep strong, courageous and pressing forward. The end of the story is mighty AWESOME I am told! And totally worth it.
Love Sara
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