In three weeks time, R and I will both be living in Kent.
The house goes on the market this week and he moves first as his job starts soon.
We weren’t expecting to leave Thetford so soon, but the time is right. I will very much miss the dear people I work with and those i worship with, who have become valued friends.
I came to Thetford in trepidation, initially, I never wanted to work for any kind of Christian organisation again, having been hurt badly. But God has used the precious people I work with to restore my faith in people and my church to show me again how authentic Christians can be.
God has brought me such healing through them, and this:
I will miss you Thetford.
Thetford, it gets a lot of stick, but how could you not love a place that has this:
It was raining when the dog and went out today, but we didn’t mind, it was lovely anyway:
It’s grey today, but the weather has been just lovely this week. It has allowed me to pause and really drink in life.
While the dog mooches around I have been able to stop and savour the now: the warmth of the sun on my arms, the sound of the leaves moving gently in the trees, the sight of blossom everywhere and upturned geese in the river searching for a little breakfast.
It’s all balm for the soul.
The local traveler community are keeping their horses by the river at the moment, it meant Atom met a horse for the first time today. They seemed to like each other:
There is nothing like a Saturday morning dog walk in the sun.
I have probably mentioned before that I live on an estate with one of “those” reputations, and yet our experience of living here is entirely different from the stereotype.
Along with having lovely neighbours, at the bottom of our street, out and onwards, is this:
And as the song goes, “making good use of the things everyday folk leave behind”
Or in the case of today’s dog walk, a ball for Atom to play with and a bag for me to put it in:
It is the happier side of the nasty fly tipping in the woods behind our house.
Ah well, the dog has a new toy and our morning walk was lovely.
While I waited for Atom to finish a particular sniff, I took the time to watch the finches pottering in a tree. The RSPB website tells me they were probably siskins.
It has made my morning and reminded me once again of the importance to stop, listen and take note.
Something which works well with people as well as birds.