Jesus heard you when you prayed last night,
He talked with God about you;
Jesus was there when you fought that fight,
He is going to bring you through.

Jesus knew when you shed those tears,
But you did not weep alone,
For the burden you thought was too heavy to bear,
He made his very own.

Jesus himself was touched by that trial,
Which you could not understand;
Jesus stood by as you almost fell,
And lovingly grasped your hand.

Jesus cared when you bore that pain,
Indeed he bore it too;
He felt each pang, each ache in your heart,
Because of his love for you.

Jesus was grieved when you doubted his love,
But he gave you grace to go on,
Jesus rejoiced as you trusted in him,
The only trustworthy one.

His presence shall ever be with you,
No need to be anxious or fret,
Wonderful Lord! He was there all the time,
He has never forsaken you.

Neil Hawkins,
Liverpool

Maybe I can get some of the words out……..

I say it’s wierd, because I expect things with Iona to dominate my thoughts, and most days they do. I was speaking to Linda the other day, and realised I haven’t told Iona that I love her, I’m just so desperate to see her again so I can tell her, I don’t know why I haven’t……

….But some days other stuff works its way into my thoughts. Thoughts about other aspects of God, sports, work, Linda, sports, Linda, family, Canada…….

…….I miss sports. I used to be really active, rugby, football, American Football. It was a huge part of my life,  a huge part that I miss and just can’t fit into my life anymore I miss the camaraderie, the buzz, the physicality of it all. Some days I feel quite lost in everything thats going on, I used to feel that way at High School a lot, sports always made sense of it. 11 (or 15) guys, all striving for the same goal, the same victory, the same purpose. It was awesome, it still is. It was all so much simpler, when you have the ball in your hands, you’re in control, you call the shots. Even when you didn’t have the ball you had a certain amount of control over the game. I miss that too.

I’m not really sure why i’m writing all this, I just had an urge to write something somewhere, this seemed the obvious place.

Cheers for reading,

peace out

Keep praying for Iona

Chris