In a couple of hours, I head for the airport yet again! It comes to something when, on British Airways, every time I sit down now on one of their planes, the Purser comes to thank me for flying with them again! It’s very nice, but it doesn’t get much – no upgrades, no champagne – just an extra bag of crisps (they’re only half bags to begin with!) and a second drink…
Tomorrow, I drive 28o miles west to go and see my lovely sister and brother in law: those of you who have read my blog for some time will know that their wonderful son, Stewart, went to be with Jesus just before Christmas, and the grieving process is right at their side. Stew was pretty severely handicapped, mentally and physically, and for all of his 34ΒΌ years, was a 24/7 ministry of love, dedication, unprecedented it seems to me, compared to anyone I know. It’ll be good to be with them.
On to Plymouth, to pray for a couple of ‘long-time’ friends – Sue, suffering from major heart issues in recent months, still hospitalised, and Vic, under a terminal cancer prognosis. Church on Sunday morning, and then on to Paignton to pray for Sandra, a 5 year-long stroke victim, amongst the many things that strokes do, it took away her voice. So, it’ll be good to see what God has up his sleeve for the weekend!
Back to Ireland Tuesday….
