An Adventure in Ministry

  A couple of weeks ago I had surgery and while it wasn't too serious, it was a bigger op than expected and recovery has been quite rough! I am someone who is always on the go and this last year has been pretty hectic for me, so to go from of all the responsibilities of work, study, being the primary carer for my daughter, keeping the house going and loads of other stuff, to absolutely nothing was a real shock to the system in many ways.  My recovery means doing very little and that is not something that comes easy to me! I found that soon after my operation, fear, worry and anxiety quite easily set in. One particular day a week into recovery, after a bad night’s sleep, I experienced anxiety wash over me in waves and I began to worry about everything. About all the study I needed to do, all the jobs in the garden I couldn’t do, the work emails piling up and the people behind them and whether people understood how truly awful I was feeling.  I tried to counter all this by ...

Soon Paul (my hubby), Lucie (my youngest stepdaughter) and I are going on holiday. Now, I’m one of those strange people who love planning a trip away almost as much as going on the holiday itself! I know, I’m a control freak!! I have loved finding the place to stay (complete with hot tub!), organising day trips, cleaning the house ready to go, packing for myself, the dogs and Paul, etc etc etc! But So quickly the joy of planning and preparing can become the ties of worry and the bonds of anxiety. The fun I have had planning have given way to worries about worming the dogs (really!?!?!) panic about when and how we will pick up Lucie and anxiety about making the house tidy for mum and dad house sitting (even though I know my mum doesn’t care and will tidy up for me anyway!) and so many other little things that have brought me down and exhausted me. Whilst pondering this, my mind turned to the road I am walking through infertility and once again I realised God’s goodnes...