Good 'Ole Red, White, and Blue

Wow, I am back in the United States. I am not all the way to Georgia yet--I'm in Philly for a few days for debriefing--but I am on rich, American soil.

I stepped of the plane and into the muggy heat, relishing the smell of cut grass and the song of many, many grasshoppers.

But rewind and start at yesterday. Yesterday I packed and cleaned, slept, packed and cleaned. Mid-afternoon Kirsten came over and we went shopping in Upper Norwood (where I was living) and we had "afternoon tea," which was really iced coffees for us. We met Megan back at my flat, Kirsten left, and Megan and I met Sue and Paul at a nearby restaurant.

We ate, talked, and laughed. It was a grand time as I said my final good-byes to the couple. It has been a great two months. So this morning I rushed around getting ready for the day and cleaning. Petra and Carol saw me off, and Neil was kind enough to talk Megan and me to the airport. We left at 7:30 a.m. for our flight at 12:30. At least we had plenty of time!

The flight was good. I watched two movies, read about a third of a good sized book, and talked with my seat buddies. One was an older man with a thick accent whose daughter has a Ph.D. and loves learning about other cultures. The other was a young man around my age who just spent 2 months in Kenya, teaching English. He is taking a year off of school, Princeton, that is.

But, yeah, the flight was good and someone from CLC picked us up. We had a supper of American pizza, and we were situated in air conditioned rooms. Debriefing will begin around noon tomorrow, and end in the evening (after which we can leave). I will make my way back to Savannah slowly but surely--I'm not sure when I will get there.

Something interesting: In the car on the way to Heathrow we heard the radio announcer say that pregnant women in the U.K. are being told not to take the mentality of "eating for two," because of an increased number of obese pregnant women! Megan laughed and said, "They can't tell pregnant women that! Their hormones are all out of balance--they will all cry."

Another interesting thing: Sarah Jane and Mac were closer to an airport different than Heathrow, so they flew out on a different plane. However, this meant that they had an 8 hour layover, and we just found out their connecting flight was canceled. So...I think they are going to miss debriefing and just head home. In a way I wish I was doing that too...

Prayer

My Dear Heavenly Father,

These past two months have been a definite growing season for me. But unlike the blackberries and raspberries, which season is almost over, I hope that my time of growth continues. I want to become more and more of who You want me to be. I'm not sure where you will take me, or how I will get there, but I will trust You to guide me.

If I have learned anything while here in England, it has been that I must be soaked daily in Your Word. I have also learned that there are different forms of "ministry" and "missionary work." I have seen and experienced what it would be like to serve You vocationally, and I want to do just that.

Please give me a particular passion/vision. There are so many good causes and so many needs. There is much I care about too. Show me how to use the talents and personality You gave me most efficiently.

Please keep us all safe as we travel tomorrow. Bless the CLC London team, especially the management, and also all the people who are supporting me (financially, spiritually, and emotionally). Thank you for all the friends. Thank you for all the love.

I love you.

--Lenae

Good-Bye Party

This was my last day working at the shop, but it certainly didn't feel that way. It felt like just another day in the bookshop, serving customers and chatting with my co-workers.

After work we all headed over to my manager's house for a "good-bye" party for me. They had ordered Chinese and prepared coffee, and it was all beautiful. Praise and worship music played softly in the background as we all sat around and talked.

The food was good, and the company was even better. I did my best to express what each of them meant to me, by creating and writing in a huge card. They have been my family here in the U.K., and I feel especially tied to them. As I sit here writing this, I feel the sadness I knew would eventually come from having to say good-bye.

After the meal, we had cake and coffee. By the time they all gave me the farewell card, we were all too tired for goodbye speeches. I really wish I could express how each of them has impacted me. I feel like I am almost completely different from who I was when I arrived in the U.K. God has been working a lot on me, and I am so very thankful.

You know the belonging everyone is always looking for? I found it. Yes, it is in Christ, but I never imagined it could be in Christ in such an international setting. These people who are not related to me physically, but spiritually, have become so close to my heart in such a short time. I feel like I shouldn't be leaving, you know? Like this is where I should be (even though I know that it is time to go back).

I will miss everyone. I will miss the schedule here. I will miss London (which I thought I would hate, at first). I will miss the work, which is such an amazing ministry. At this juncture, I want to serve more here with CLC. Lots of prayer and time would go into a decision like that, but for now, the desire is there.

Great Adventure

What an absolutely splendid day.

I slept in and then rose to a morning in full bloom. The sun welcomed my sleepy head, and John Piper brought God's Word before my soul. He spoke on a passage in Romans, and he emphasized the need to see both God's severity and mercy. What a great God we serve.

There was much to do, so I tidied up a bit, ate breakfast (a proper British breakfast of coffee, toast, and baked beans), and prepared myself for the day. I was to meet Bunty and Ken for afternoon tea at 4, so I knew I had to get everything done before then. Well, perhaps everything is too strong of a word. I needed to put away dry clothes, clean the kitchenette, prepare a gift and card for Bunty and Ken, prepare something for the shop tomorrow (my last day), etc. Despite the large amount to do, I became overwhelmed with weariness, so I lay down on my bed and slept.

After a good nap I popped to work. So much to do! The time to leave for Bunty's came, and I went. I gave her the card and gift, and she had prepared a scarf for me! She had a bag full of scarves she had knitted, just for gifts, and she let me choose one. I selected a deep green one, which you will hopefully see me wear sometime.

We then had parfaits made of home made custard and home grown berries with tea/coffee. Ken, Bunty, and I sat in the garden, enjoying the beautiful flowers and sunshine. Suddenly it was time to leave for church.

We picked up a Kenyan woman who also goes to All Soul's Church, and then proceeded to the service. It was a great service: music, teaching, more worship, giving, communion, more worship... Afterwords Bunty and Ken went to count the offering, so I joined the throng downstairs for coffee, tea, or juice. I drank coffee and mingled, introducing myself and meeting quite a few people. I actually became sucked into a conversation with a man from Northern England, and a rather Cockney chap from South London. The South Londoner had very little idea of personal space, which was unfortunate since he was chewing on a cookie and drinking coffee. At least his breath didn't smell bad.

We were talking when another fellow--a bit younger than the first two (this one was probably early thirties)--came up and introduced himself. He was from America, but had been working at All Soul's for seven months. He then invited the three of us out for a drink and chat at a nearby bar. The two men somehow made themselves scarce and I was left, looking up at this poor Californian. It was quite humorous really. I declined his invitation and went to go find Bunty and Ken. While waiting for them the Cockney man and a few of his friends showed up and began talking to me. One was a civil servant working for the something-or-other of defense. Another was a missionary recently returned from China. Bunty and Ken actually found me surrounded by these middle aged and elderly men, whisking me away as a young African man tried to engage me in conversation. Boy what a night!

In the car Bunty told us of her adventures trekking through Egypt and Israel. She told us of her time by the Dead Sea. Ken had done something similar, but cycling, not walking. "There are so many interesting places around the world," said Bunty. And I'm sure, she is quite right.

I became so very excited after hearing these wonderful stories. I am 21 with one year of school left--the world is before me, and I have an amazing hunger to explore it. I want to live life abundantly, to really grab ahold of the eternal life God offers now--which is to know Him. Oh goodness...to know God deeply and testify of Him to the world...now that is a great adventure!

Rest and Relaxation

It is Saturday, my day off this week, and the day has been wonderful.

I went with Bunty, Ken, and their grandson Cameron to a grand old house. They paid my admission, and we wandered around the land, enraptured by its beauty. See, the house was owned by a young widow who, instead of re-marrying, continued to move in high society and even entertain royalty.

Bunty and Ken had prepared a picnic for all of us, and we sat down in a finely manicured yard that was so big it is more accurately described as a field. But the field was not bare; there were trees in patches, and a hedge that divided the "field" from pasture land, cattle, and many, many trees. It was gorgeous.

The sun was out and the wind was blowing, making the temperature perfect. Toddlers and little children ran down the sloped field, playing tag and barely noticing the breathtaking view. Adults reclined in the grass, some on picnic blankets, others simply on the grass.

After eating we explored the mansion. Imagine living in such a place...the doors were outlined in gold, portrait upon portrait hung on the walls, and the rooms were magnificent. Every hallway was wide enough for four people to walk comfortably, or for two, if they were women wearing crinoline under their dresses.

We left the mansion for another short picnic, this time scones, cream and jam instead of sandwiches. It was delicious. Cam wanted ice cream, so Bunty and Ken bought some, and coffee for me. What generosity. What kindness. What a perfect day!

They dropped me off at my home and invited me to join them at church tomorrow night, which I plan to do. At home I cleaned my kitchenette, prepared and ate supper while watching "Faith Like Potatoes," and then started tidying my room. I'm laying on my bed listening to the neighbors who are having yet another birthday party with booming music. I don't mind so much--this time my ears don't feel like they are about to fall of my head. (When I had an earache and came home early for a rest, I found the next door neighbors partying with amazingly loud music. It was not funny then, but right now the memory brings a smile to my face.)

I have made such amazing friends here. I am trying to think of gifts to leave with them, and I'm hoping my creativity will kick in soon. Until then, I decided to write on here and tidy up a bit.

Just imagine...I'm going home soon!

Friday Night

It is midnight here, and though I am tired, I have no desire to sleep. I have less than a week left in the U.K.

It was my last day working with Mat, who is going on holiday next week. It was also my last day working with Pauline, because she is off on Monday--my last day at the shop. It is strange to feel such sadness at leaving people I only met two months ago. But these co-workers have become my friends, my family. They have proved themselves to be friends and servants of God, and each of them has earned my respect. I will miss them.

I just spent all night reading Ted Dekker's "Black." You are crazy, Lenae. You might think. Spending your last Friday night in London with a book. Pah! But quite honestly, I cannot think of a better way to enjoy London. I'm in my own flat, in my own bed, eating my own ice cream (coffee and chocolate inspiration--yes, yes, two kinds of ice cream), feeling the cool U.K. air through the open window. As it is midnight, the sun will rise in four and a half hours, but I don't care. This time is precious. I want to soak in every minute of it.

I ran into a life lesson today, so here it is:

A customer called and asked for a C.D. Well, she actually asked if we had a particular song, at which point I explained that our database is a catalogue of album titles, authors, ISBN numbers, and publishers, but not of individual songs. So she told me the artist. I punched his name in, but again, the name of the song she wanted did not pop up, because there was not an album so titled. However, there was a Messianic C.D. (i.e. a choir singing Hebrew and English songs) which was titled the name she was looking for--but I knew this was not what she wanted. Certainly not if she was looking for a Michael W. Smith song... My colleague tried to explain this to the woman over the phone, but the customer simply did not understand. She wanted to buy the Messianic C.D. She finally hung up saying she would just come in to the store. Good idea, I thought.

I got on google and searched both the Messianic C.D. and the Michael W. Smith song...yep, completely different. I went over to our CDs and went through Smith's albums looking for that particular track--yep, it was there on a particular C.D.

When the woman came in, I handed the C.D. to Pauline and we let her listen to it. She was not the easiest customer to deal with...though she did end up buying the Michael W. Smith C.D.

Anyway, the whole scene reminded me of a lesson I have written of in previous posts. Like today's customer, we humans know what we want. We want love, we want to belong--things like that. We talk to God, not one hundred percent sure what we are looking for or where to find it. When we run across something that looks like what we want, we immediately think, "Oh! This is is. Just give me this." However, that first option is sometimes an imitation, a counterfeit with the same name. "Give me this, God," we cry, but He graciously withholds. He knows what we want/need, far better than we do. God will not give us imitations. He will supply all we need.

Countdown Begins or "If You Give a Man a Muffin"

Whether I like it or not, the countdown to home has begun. I flight out of London in six days, and will be home in eight. Unbelievable.

I am excited to hear from the other interns about their experiences, but I doubt any of them had as great an experience as I.

I have learned quite a few things while being here with CLC. At the forefront of my mind is the fact that working the bookshop is not mainly about selling books--well, it is, but it isn't. In my experience, it is mostly about relationships.

Oh oh! Before I forget--my roommate sent me muffin mix in my birthday package, so I decided to make them today. Whereas they were supposed to make six muffins, I stretched and made nine. Stacking them in a tin and wrapping them in paper towels, I carefully carried them (cleverly disguised in a CLC bag ) to the bus stop. As I was walking, I passed by a past-middle-age man whose shift was just ending at Sainsbury--the local grocery store.

"Thank you so much for bringing me supper," he joked as he passed.

I laughed and finished my journey at the bus stop before I paused and wondered. There was no way he could have known I carried breakfast...and sure it was a joke...but there were extra. I looked over. The man was sitting on a bench not ten yards from me. Oh, he probably wouldn't accept one even if I did offer it to him, I told myself. But that argument fell through quickly as I realized this occasion called for love.

I gave the man a muffin and walked back to the bus stop. After a few minutes he yelled over to me, "That was sooo good! I don't like 'em with too much sugar, but this was perfect--not too sweet, but just right! Thank you so much. I work the late night shift at Sainsbury, and this was just right for breakfast. It was even still warm!"

I walked over to the man and introduced myself. Carl was his name. He assured me I would be blessed because of this, and I told him I hoped we would run into each other again.

On the bus I thought about the classes I had taken on "mission." Good deeds must be explained by words, my teacher's voice sounded. Another voice bounced in my head--the Casting Crowns song I had listened to that morning: Love Them Like Jesus.

I hope Carl didn't give all the credit of the muffin to me, because it really was God's love and generosity that prompted my small gift. I hope I get another chance to talk with him, and this time to tell him about the great Love and generosity. Baby steps here, baby steps.

Anyway, as far as relationships go, I learned that you have to be willing to push past initial impressions. It may take two months, but eventually you will become more comfortable around the people you work with/see every day. Your lives become more enmeshed, and the bookshop is not just a place with 100 things to do. The bookshop is where I share stories with Carol, and pictures with John. The bookshop is where Pauline passes on wisdom and spiritual lessons to me, and where Mat encourages so many with his comfortable manner. The bookshop is where I find Paul has already made coffee for everyone, and someone has bought goodies for all to share. I cannot name everyone, but just know that everyone there is important to me now. I see their love for God, and their love for each other and the customers, and I know I belong. What a great lesson to be learning.

Not so Special Day

Today started well, with God waking me up at 6 a.m. I promptly told Him thank you for the good sleep, my warm bed, and the next hour of sleep I would get.

As morning continued I donned the shirt Rebekah (my college roommate) sent me for my birthday, and headed out the door. At my connecting train station I stopped for a coffee (and paid back the money I owed the coffee store) and impressed myself by not pouring it all over the man sitting next to me. There were no empty seats on the train, so I braced myself for a swaying ride. My coffee, and those around me, arrived unscathed. However, as I drained the last few drops from my mocha, it managed to dribble down the front of my new shirt. Well, it was a good try.

The spots came out when I washed them in the bathroom at my work, and stood awkwardly under the hand drier.

Today the shop was off and on busy. Lulls in business were followed by five customers all at once, or three people waiting and all the telephones ringing. It can be quite stressful if you let it get to you...

But the whole day I sensed the presence of God with me. I was thinking about the book I read last night ("The Shack"), which is pretty controversial. After reading it I immediately wished that my college friends has read it too, so that I could discuss it with them.

Near the end of the day things quieted down, and I mechanically transferred e-mails into the database. So far I have done 508...that is a lot. Luckily there are only 720ish, so I am over halfway done, and I might even be able to finish before I leave for the States. But, with the mindless work, my mind wanders.

Sometimes I find myself thinking about friends or family. Other times I talk with God. And still other times I search for names that grab my attention. Eloquent or interesting names. A writing exercise came back to me from my "Fiction" class: character sketches. A character sketch is where you outline a character...name, age, occupation, background, etc. Occasionally the names on the database stir my mind and I try to image, if I were to write the story, what kind of person was behind the name. It is actually quite fun.

This evening I transferred everything from the upstairs loft (where Mom, Laura, and I stayed while they were here) to my small bedsit. And I cleaned the loft upstairs, because people are coming to stay in it tomorrow-- Surprise!! So far I have done three loads of laundry--bedsheets, towels and such--and I still have one more to do. The difficult part is drying, because there aren't any drying machines here! Good side of things? Your sheets, clothes, towels, etc smell like the fresh outdoors after they come off the drying line outside.

I travel back to the U.S. in a week. I can't believe it. I am both excited and sad. I will miss my CLC family here in London.

Much to Do

Today was a good day, though tiring.

In the morning I stumbled over piles of bedding, towels, and clothes that I had piled and separated in the kitchen (that is where the washer is). Hmm...I would need to do those tonight.

At work I vacuumed the floor and dusted--part of the daily routine now in the London shop. Who knew there was so much ground to cover on just one floor?! The vacuum smiled at me as I maneuvered it around bookcases and desks. Time for staff prayer! Time to begin!

The day was slow at first; not many people came in. However, as lunch time hit, the shop suddenly bustled. It was all very good.

I finished two Sudoku puzzles on the way home from work: one easy and one moderate. I was working on the "difficult" one when the bus halted at my stop. I made mental plans to eat something, transfer all my stuff from upstairs to downstairs, wash some clothes, and go to bed. I was pleasantly surprised, when I reached the door, to find that a letter from my parents and a package from my college roommate had arrived! Hurray!

I ate some soup, transferred a few belongings to my lower flat, and promptly fell asleep on my bed. I am now awake though...groggy and thinking that I left much of what I planned to do undone. So I decided to blog (not one of the things on my list, but still stress relieving!). I am wary to go to bed because I know when I wake up I will have to do it all again, and I'm already tired. I'm not even sure that makes sense.

I have loved my time in the U.K. I have not been homesick much, but when Mom and Laura were waiting in line at the airport, I realized I would soon be too, and my heart yearned for home (i.e. the U.S. "home"). I hope I can get everything done before I leave. So much to do.

Encouragement

My dear friends,

Today has been so good. I woke up at 5:30 a.m. (thats right, super early), getting ready for the day. Carol picked Mom, Laura and I up at 6:30, and we headed to the airport. Gatwick really is not too far from here--especially with so little traffic that early on Sunday morning. Despite the early hour we all joked and told stories as we approached the terminal.

We had a good 2 hours before the plane would take off, and Carol graciously treated us all to coffee and pastries. Hmm...I love chocolate inside flaky croissants. White chocolate mochas aren't bad either--anyone see a theme?

Mom and Laura went through security with a little over an hour before their departure time, so we said our goodbyes. It was not too sad a parting because I will be home in about two weeks. Our time together here in England has been so very good. I loved every minute.

By the time I got back to the flat though, I was exhausted. The week's constant on-the-move pace finally caught up with me. I wanted a hot bath. Oh, forget the bath, I thought when I realized the water was not working in the flat, I'm going back to bed! And that is what I did! I crawled beneath my sheet and comforter and succumbed to the pull of sleep and dreams.

I woke up still tired, but ready to clean and eat. I had lunch, cleaned the kitchen a bit, and settled in with a novel. I read and read, not stopping until I finished. It was a pretty good novel, though the writing was better at the end than the beginning and middle. Hmm. I want the Scriptures. I need to hear God's Word. So I pulled up the internet and listened to John Piper expound on the first chapter of John. Jesus Christ--the Word who is God but was also with God. What a great and wonderful mystery.

More sleep followed, and then eating, cleaning, catching up with my dear friend Amber, and Adventures in Odyssey! My toe nails are now painted as the Union Jack flag, and my dish rack is full of cups, pots, and silverware. I wanted to record this moment because I am overwhelmed with how God has blessed me.

The novel I read reminded me of something I have been learning. Everyone is a sinner, and no one is above temptation. 1 Corinthians (10:12) is correct in warning those who think they stand...when you think you are not capable of doing something, sometimes you are more susceptible to it. As God told Cain in Genesis 4:7, sin is waiting at the door, and it desires to have us, to control us.

I always judged King David very harshly--how could a man who had walked with God, slain many of Israel's enemies, and danced before God, fall so hard? How could he commit adultery and then murder? It was so out of character. But that is the point, really. It isn't out of character for the "old man," the "flesh" to do the unthinkable. I turned my judgmental eye on myself and gasped. Had not I walked with God, and yet I also committed such horrors? (I will not list my sins for you, for now is neither the time nor the place, but with lust being equal with adultery, and hate being equal to murder, I am just as guilty as David...)

I was accosted by my sins and guilt. Still, God's Word came: "If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness" James 1:9. "'Come, let us reason together,' says the Lord, 'Though your sins be like scarlet, they shall be white as snow...'" Isaiah. "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through Him might be saved" John 3:17.

I am a new creature, but I must guard myself against sin. (Armor of God anyone?) God is so merciful, so gracious...how can we not love Him with all our being? How could I live as anything less than a living sacrifice (Romans 12:1-2)? God please help me to understand, and then live, Your Truth.

Insomnia

It is pretty late here in London, but I find myself compelled to write. This is my Mom and sister's last evening with me in the U.K. so we ate supper together and spent time in a park, walking around and enjoying the scenery. After they packed, Mom went to bed and Laura and I popped in a movie. She fell asleep, but I am here, wide awake.

I only have a little over a week before I head back to the States myself. After that: school. After school: ? This will be the last year of my "college experience." It is so odd to think that I will be a Senior...one of the graduating class. It is both exhilarating and frightening to think about.

One thing that has really impressed me at CLC, is the love each member has for God. That love for God is also seen in how the staff treat each other and customers. I have been loved so much over here--gifts, words of encouragement, quality time together...I have become part of the CLC (London) family. I will be sad to leave them (though happy to be back home).

This past week I have slacked off on my writing letters. I probably won't get much sent off before I show up in the flesh, but I will try. I guess I should go to bed now...I have to get up in a few hours to accompany Mom and Laura to the airport!

Day Off with Mom and Laura

Today is Friday. Mom and Laura have been in London since last Saturday, and I'm pretty sure they have seen more tourist sights in the past week, than I will in my whole 2 months here. Nevertheless, today was my day off from the shop, and thus my day to take them around London.

We all caught up on our rest this morning, which made our departure from the flat a bit late. We got to the bus stop around 11 a.m., and I took Mom and Laura to the second floor of the bus--what a treat! From up so high you can see a lot more than the road and pedestrians. The top deck offers a view of surrounding buildings and scenery. Mom would cup her hand to her mouth whenever the bus stopped close to another car or turned in an unexpected direction. Watching her reactions was almost more fun than seeing the scenery.

Our first stop was Covent Gardens. Like most of the "gardens" around here, Covent Gardens is a marketplace. There are department stores alongside quaint shops, street performers, and cafes. As you walk along the bustling streets you hear laughter, applause, music, and gasps of surprise. We watched a magic show, an astounding escape from a straight-jacket and chains, and dramatic musicians. We saw venders who were selling everything from rose-bud soap to Christmas ornaments. It was quite the thrill.

As much fun as Covent Gardens was, I think Mom and Laura enjoyed Oxford Street much more. That is to say, they enjoyed the toy shop Hamleys which is off of Oxford Street.

Hamleys is a five story toy shop with hundreds of toys. The best part? Most of the toys/arts and crafts are demonstrated by the staff. The workers fly remote control airplanes, paint little girls' finger nails, and draw with magic markers. Everywhere you look you find vibrant colors, stuffed animals, or electronic gadgets! I think we spent at least 2 hours going through the store--not to mention the sweets section!

We returned to the flat and ate supper, deciding to stay in for the rest of the night. Laura and I had tried to watch a movie several times this past week, but it never worked out, so tonight was the night. I popped in "Amazing Grace" and we sipped tea (and then had ice cream and raspberries) while viewing the film. Every time I see it, the movie gets better.

So now we are sitting in the living room. I, with my laptop typing away; Mom sitting at the table trying to plan out tomorrow's schedule, and Laura curled up with a book on the couch. I wish I could record all that happened today, but there is simply too much (and as it is, these posts might be mostly skimmed by readers!) One interesting thing: we ate crepes for lunch. The cafe served them instead of sandwiches, which was creative and savory. Yum :)

Busy, Busy, Busy

Wow, I have been so busy! Allow me to quickly outline the past few days:

Saturday:

• pick up Mom and Laura from the airport
• go to Madame Tussands (the wax museum)
• go to the National Galary
• go to "Oliver" and a cafe afterwards
• freak out while in a bad part of London at 12:20 a.m. not sure if the bus would come

Sunday:

• try to go to Petticoat Lane Market, but find three other markets instead while lost
• eat international food from the markets, and love it
• walk along the river Thames and see street performers, the London Eye, and Big Ben
• walk to Parliament, walk to Westminster Abbey, walk along Victoria Road--just about die of walking
• go to church at All Soul's Church on Regent's ST.
• get home around 10 p.m.

Monday:

• go to work
• get a "Birthday Girl" button from a random man on the train who just happened to have the button on his bag
• talk with Dad, who woke up at 4 a.m. to tell me "Happy Birthday" at 9 a.m. my time
• celebrate my BIRTHDAY with my coworkers who decorated the kitchen, bought me gifts and cake, and gave me cards!
• go with Laura and Mom out to eat and save about $10 because of a food voucher!
• see WICKED...AMAZING!!!
• get home around midnight

Tuesday:

• go to work
• meet Mom and Laura at Westminster Abbey for Evensong (an evening service consisting mainly of a choir singing Psalms)
• take them grocery shopping at Sainsbury's
• eat snacks for supper at the flat
• go to sleep by 11:30

Wednesday:

• go to work
• leave work early to go to Bunty's house (a British co-worker) for tea and cake
• eat home-made vanilla and blackberry ice cream with fruitcake and coffee/tea while listening to Bunty's Scottish/English husband tell stories
• got to IKEA with Carol
• come back to the flat and sleep (hopefully by 1 a.m.)

So, as you can see, it has been a busy week! I look forward to every new day, and I have loved spending time with my family and friends. Though things rarely ever go as planned, God has kept us safe and has given us quality time with each other. I'm almost running on empty here, so please pray that God will keep me (and Mom and Laura) strong. I need to continue seeing CLC as a ministry. Thats all for now!

Celebrate!

Two days ago marked the annual celebration of my birth. Apparently 21 is a big year here in the U.K., as well as in the States, but I was a bit puzzled when people wrote "Congrats!" inside my birthday cards. What were they congratulating me on? Living for soooo long? I don't think so.

So I thought about what needed to be celebrated, and I came to two conclusions: 1. God's faithfulness, and 2. my Mom.

I could write post upon post about how God has been faithful to me, but I want to make this post about how my Mom has impacted who I am--my 21 year old self.

If you know my Mom, you know that she has a steady Southern drawl and a contagious laugh. You know she works hard and speaks her mind. She is terribly funny and though she does not particularly enjoy reading, she spends a lot of time in God's Word. More than once I have been mightily encouraged to pass by her door and see her leaning over the Bible.

21 years ago my Mom spent about 24 hours in labor, bringing me into the world. 15 years ago she spent an hour or so leading me into my relationship with Christ. Mom taught me my ABCs and times tables. She took me to Brownies and piano lessons (which I carried on horribly about!). She joined me on field trips and tutored me during the summer. My Mom held me when I cried through middle school, and she loved me when I was unloving. Though it was not always easy for me to see, everything Mom does, she does because she loves me so deeply. Her advice, her suggestions, her actions, they all reflect what she believes is best for me.

I can't fully understand or appreciate all Mom has done for me. I don't have a daughter of my own, so I do not know the roller coaster ride of motherhood. I'm sure it is not an easy ride though. So, to the best of my ability, I am honoring what Mom has done for me. I could never list everything she has done, or all the ways she has contributed to who I am, but I would not be who I am today if she had not always been there.

Mom taught me to be polite, to smile and speak up. Mom taught me to stand up straight and live with confidence. Mom taught me to trust God, no matter what whirlwinds tear through my life. Mom taught me that striving for excellence is a good quality, and that I can often achieve far more than I expect. Mom taught me that with diligence and hard work, I can do most anything.

I think of all the meals, all the cleaning, all the behind-the-scenes things my Mom has done (and continues to do) for me. So really, any celebration of my life, is a celebration of her, for she has poured most deeply into who I am today. I am honored to have Mom as my mother and also as my friend. As our relationship grows, I see a lot of her in me, and I want to say thank you. Thank you Mom, for all you have done. I am so glad I am your daughter and not just anyone else's. You are a blessing from God in my life, and I am so glad you are with me now in London. I love you. Happy Giving-Birth Day (2 days late).

My Big Day

Well family and friends, I am exhausted, so this post will not be long.

I just thought you all ought to know that things are going well, and this has been one of my favorite birthdays (if not my very favorite) yet. As I lay my head down, I know that I am deeply loved and greatly cared about by many people.

I honestly can't think straight right now, so I will post more tomorrow.

I am blessed beyond measure!

21 and Still Young

So, as of about five minutes ago, it became July 12, 2010...the date of my 21st birthday!

It is really crazy to think that I have lived for 21 years, and that today marks the first day of my 22nd year of life. Time is a crazy thing.

I can hardly wait to see what the day brings.

Anyway, today (or yesterday rather--since it is just the beginning of July 12) was a very busy day. I slept in, made toast and tea, and left with everyone for Petticoat Lane Market. Two of the guys went off to find a stadium while the rest of us hopped on a train. We found the train station alright, but Petticoat Lane was a bit more of a challenge; nevertheless, on our way there we went through about 3 other markets that were awesome! They were perhaps even better than Petticoat Lane Market. We walked and walked and walked, finally meeting up with the other guys and heading to central London.

We all walked along the river Thames, seeing Big Ben and the London Eye. We watched some street performers (acrobats and magicians and such) and meandered along the embankment. We split up again as half of us wanted to go to specific sight-seeing spots, and the other half (that is, my half) planned to wander around and end up at All Soul's Church. So, Brian, Mac, and Sarah Jane took off.

Mom, Laura, Jackson, and I took a closer look at Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and Cafe Nero (a little coffee shop where we rested our feet). I tried to teach Mom how to read bus stops and train stations and underground lines, but I hardly expect her to understand in a day what I am still trying to learn after a month!

Regardless, today was a good, full, British day. The weather was fantastic--sunshine and breezes...and yes, I did get sunburned on just one shoulder (don't ask me how). Mom informed me that for my birthday she is taking me to go see "Wicked" tomorrow night! For those of you who are not familiar with live theatre, "Wicked" is a play about the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz, but with a twist. I don't know the whole story, because I have not seen it yet, but I know the soundtrack by heart. I AM SO EXCITED!! As if it was not enough to have Mom and Laura with me...we are going to see Wicked. Sigh...life could not get much sweeter.

Birthday Bash 2!

"Welcome to England!" I said as I hugged my mom and sister. It is the first time for them both to be in the United Kingdom, so I was very excited for them to experience what I have been experiencing--and believe me, they did!

Today we traveled all over London. Though it took a while for us to leave the flat (after we got there of course) there was still plenty of daylight for us to burn. We went to the wax museum, Madame Tussands, which was pretty cool. Laura and I spent the first few seconds waiting for a woman to take a picture...but it turned out the woman was made of wax too! We laughed and decided to get as many pictures as we could with the "famous" people we knew. Some of the wax people were amazingly lifelike in appearance.

After the wax museum, Mom, Laura, and I went for some brunch (their first experience with fish and chips and vinegar) and then popped on the tube towards the National Gallery. The other interns and Kirsten met us amidst the paintings, and we joked about the different images. It was good to laugh and hang out with people our age.

The highlight of the night, however, was seeing the play Oliver! We had seats in the nose-bleed section and it was dizzying! But there were no obstructions to our sight, and the tickets had not been that expensive, and you could still hear very well, so I was satisfied. As each song began the familiar lyrics came back to me. Laura had actually played Oliver in a community production of "Oliver Twist," and though I was not part of the cast, I must have seen the play 8 or so times. The actors' voices were lovely, and the sets were astounding. I came out of the theatre singing and quoting, having had a fantastic time.

We all went to a cafe for coffee and dessert (and then McDonald's for SJ, who had not been able to grab supper with us), and then we hopped on the underground to catch a train. Unfortunately, it was so late that there were no trains going out to the station near my flat. I became increasingly worried as I realized the most direct route home was through a sketchy part of London. I like to think that I am not a worrier...I am fairly go-with-the-flow as far as plans go, but tonight there were no trains and I was not sure if the bus was still going. If the bus didn't come, I didn't know what to do or how to get out of the sketchy part of town. I began panicking as our wait at the bus stop turned from 5, to ten minutes. From ten to fifteen...I fidgeted and put my face in my hands. What will we do if the bus does not come this late? I really was at a loss.

Naturally, God provided for us. The correct bus came and our crew piled on, getting off at the right bus stop, and making it to the flat safely. But I must admit, my faith was not very strong in those moments near the bus stop. Things were out of my control, and I had become almost sick with worry. I'm so thankful that God took care of us, but I am a bit concerned at my response.

I wish I could write more, but I am about to pass out from exhaustion. I don't know how Laura is still up...we will go to the market tomorrow and then night church. I still have a lot of planning to do, but I must sleep first. It has been a pretty awesome birthday experience thus far.

Birthday Bash 1!

Yes! Right this minute, my mom and sister are in the air, traveling to London! I will hopefully get some sleep soon, and then rise in a few hours to pick them up, show them the loft, and enjoy a British day.

I rushed home from work in the stifling heat. The bus was almost suffocating, and I was glad for a breeze as I walked from the bus stop to home. Once in my loft, I washed my hair, toured the upstairs loft (where Mom and Laura will stay), and cleaned my room. Kirsten soon arrived and helped me tidy up. We had some time to ourselves and then walked to the train station to pick up the guys.

It was only my second time really meeting Mac, though he seemed cool enough over facebook. On top of that, he said he would cook one night! I relished the idea of not having to cook for myself after work. So Jackson, Mac, Kirsten and I headed to my flat, and made ourselves comfortable.

Mac needed some bell peppers for the stir fry pasta, but when we went to Sainsbury's it had just closed. 20 minutes later we found a small grocery shop which had "fresh" vegetables and food. It was good enough.

The rest of the evening consisted of cooking, talking, laughing, and story telling. We were all glad to be around people our own age whom we semi-knew. We stayed up much later than I am used to (being around young people does that...I remember ridiculously late nights at college just because my roommate and I stayed up talking). Now it is about 1:30 a.m. and I have to wake up at 5:30 to prepare myself and the loft for my family. Sheesh! Not only will Mom and Laura be tired tomorrow, I will be too! :)

So with that, I will take my leave and catch some Zzzz's. Tomorrow is going to be a busy, but fantastic day (Lord willing), and I will most certainly write about it. Goodnight.

In the Shop

I was reading over my posts last night and I realized...I don't have much posted of what it is like to be in the bookshop! People are going to think my two months here were just holiday after (sickness, after) holiday! So I wanted to tell you about a typical day in the shop.

I got off the train at 9, and headed for the post office because I needed some cash for this weekend (the post office will trade your dollars or traveler's checks for pounds free of charge). After getting the cash and walking back to CLC, I had to knock on the glass doors because I don't have keys of my own.

I was a little late for our prayer meeting today (9:40) because I was checking my e-mail and found my college roommate (Rebekah) had written me. How exciting! I smiled as I read about whats going on in her life, and I attempted to answer her questions about my life, until I realized I was supposed to be downstairs! Hurriedly, I responded, closed my e-mail, and made my way downstairs.

After our team prayed, one of the volunteers revealed that she had brought raspberries from her garden and home-made ice cream for us all to share--Heaven!! It is the "evenly divided" part that is difficult. The whole team knows I love raspberries and ice cream, so I was lovingly hassled all day.

We unlocked the doors at 10. Probably three people came in the first 20 minutes, only one buying something. I keep myself busy by making sure the "Bestsellers" rack is filled, and also by reordering shelves. Sometimes I head to the children's section and read random books, and there is always the database that needs to be transferred...(we are building an e-mail database, but we have to manually transfer the information because the program we use will not let us cut and paste!).

More people come in as the day progresses, and because today was sunny, lots of people were milling about. Occasionally we get people who come in and ask for jobs, at which point we explain that CLC is a Christian mission and everyone at the shop is a volunteer. The people usually leave without requesting more information. Occasionally we get people who barely speak English, at which point Mat begins speaking to them in their own language (Mat has a gift for languages, and he knows so many I don't know how he keeps them all straight!). And occasionally, we get odd customers.

I have made a habit of trying to catch everyone's eye when they walk in our door, and smile at them, giving them a "Good morning/afternoon/evening!" Many smile back and nod or verbally respond, while others begin browsing for books. I had the strangest reaction today though...a middle aged man came in, I looked him in the eye, smiled, and said hello. He walked into the shop and straight towards me, never taking his eyes from mine. I nonchalantly moved behind the counter (I had been standing on the outside, putting away books), and almost panicked when he came and stood in the space that leads behind the counter. But he stopped, never taking his eyes from mine. When Pauline asked if she could help him, he broke the creepy gaze, but seemed at a loss for what he was looking for. So he meandered around the shop. It was a slow time, so a few of us volunteers began discussing something, until I looked up and noticed the man was staring at me again! When my eyes met his, he motioned with his hand for me to come over to him...hmm... I considered asking Pauline to help the man, but I swallowed my uncomfortableness and went over.

The man told me what he was looking for, and the more he talked, the more "normal" he seemed. It was when he stopped talking, but kept staring, that I got the ebbe-geebies. When he left, another volunteer remarked, "Sometimes we get strange customers..." I nodded and involuntarily shivered. That encounter was a bit out of the ordinary.

Anyway, lunch time came quickly (12:15 today), and I ate downstairs with one of the other volunteers. We talked, ate, and then cleaned our dishes. I left a bit early so I could get some work in before having to head to my last ear-doctor appointment.

I headed to the doctor at 1:50, and returned to the shop at 5:15--there was a terribly long wait at the Ear, Nose and Throat Hospital. Carol told me it had been relatively slow while I had been out, which I was glad for. I didn't want to leave my fellow CLCers with a bunch to do and little help to do it!

Our customers were glad to hear that we stayed open 2 extra hours today, and they browsed until the last minute. I served a Chinese woman who had come in a few weeks ago. Back then she had been very discouraged: she had been praying for her unsaved family for 30 years and nothing seemed to be happening. Her cousin just found out he has cancer. Everything seemed wrong, and she wanted to give up. I did my best to encourage her then, and I have been praying for her and her family ever since. When I saw her today I asked about her family and told her I had been praying. She was so thankful, and she told me that a few weeks ago, a different cousin who had cancer had died, but before dying he has accepted Christ! I was so encouraged! She asked me to keep praying, and I will. We exchanged e-mail, and I realized that good friendships can start just through small interactions and a little bit of care.

We lock one door of our double doors at 7:25, and we lock both doors at 7:30. We let the customers know that we are closed and that they should make their selections and purchases! We are ready to go home! Carol let me go home early, allowing me to catch an earlier train. I ended up on the same train as Paul and Sue, who invited me to go grocery shopping (which I needed to do anyway, and I now had money, since I had been to the post office!).

I made it home a bit late, and now it is 11:10 p.m. but it was a good day. I hope this painted a good picture of what day-by-day life is like in the shop. Nothing too exciting, but definitely a ministry.

Fiction

I finished the Rivers book--not last night (like I wanted to), but just a few hours ago. It was very good: two stories weaved into one book about anger, bitterness, and forgiveness. It was not my favorite of hers, but still enchanting. "The Scarlet Thread," it is called.

Sometimes I can't decide if it is a blessing or a curse to get pulled into books the way I do. My Mom and sister used to complain that I never listened to them while I had a book in my hand--and it's completely true. We could be in the car and they would be talking to me, but I would have no idea because I was with Nancy Drew, wandering down a dark staircase, eager to find out what lay just beyond the flashlight beam. I was in another world, and not even the sound of my name could pull me out.

Today I'm not much better. And when it comes to well written fiction, I can boarder on obsessed until I'm finished reading. I guess that is one of the reasons I wish I could write fiction. It is an experience unlike any other to become part of a story that is not your own. You learn from the character's mistakes, and you grow with them. Their pain is yours, though it can be quite a journey.

In real life, each individual has their own story to tell, and it is constantly changing. My story 6 months ago would have been much different than my story today. We learn and grow. We develop new perspectives and ideas. Though growth is good, it can be alarming at how quickly things change. In one second someone's world can fall apart. Life is so fragile.

Only my God never changes. Certainly, the way I see Him and the amount I know Him have changed, but God never does. He is immutable. And I am so glad.

July 6

Today was mostly uneventful, but it has been a great day nevertheless.

I found out this morning that I made a mistake when ordering for one of our customers. This woman is particularly persnickety (I was told), so when I put the order under Mr. So-and-So instead of Ms. So-and-So...she was not happy. You know, there just isn't any recovery when you get someone's gender wrong. (I laughed so much about this on the inside.)

Near closing time two guys my age came in looking for a Bible. They wanted a teen study Bible, and one of them started a conversation with me (after hearing my accent he was very excited to speak with an American). He talked about how he was so confused. He wants to follow God every day, but he is not sure how. Where do you start when reading the Bible? How do you know what God wants from your life? There is this girl, he told me sheepishly, but he wants to do things according to God's plan. How can he know He is walking in God's way?

Wow, way to broadside me with the tough questions everyone my age asks. The best advice I can give, I told him, was to stay deep in God's Word and to pray. Make sure to do both every day. (Many people enjoy reading a Psalm and Proverb a day and then a chapter from the Old and New Testament...or just start with the Gospels and Romans--the whole Bible is good!) On top of staying close to God yourself, seek out a wiser, older, godlier man (since the customer was a guy) who can walk you through things and pray with/for you. Join a good Bible study and wrestle through questions with your peers, but also with the older generation, they have been where we are.

I felt really inadequate with my answer. Much like I had been rambling, and since it was closing time, the young man said he would have to come back and look at the books again later. ...I'm not sure what you think of my advice for the young man, but I assure you it is much more "put together" on the blog than when it was rushing out of my mouth. I hope the next time I see him I can be more helpful.

I saw a woman roll a cigarette for the first time today. We were on the train and I watched in silent fascination as she pulled everything out of her purse and pocket of her black dress. I've just never seen it before. Very interesting.

The bus ride home takes about 20 minutes, and by the time I got off this evening, I was unusually brimming with the desire to talk. Knowing God always has an open ear, and that He wants to hear from me, I talked (out loud) to Him as I walked to my flat. We had a good chat as I prepared supper too. It's really a blessing to pour everything out before Him.

One of my favorite parts of this evening has been reading my book. I picked up a Francine Rivers book (fiction) and I'm settling in for a good read. Already I'm at page 209. I want to finish tonight, but there are 462 pages. ...We will see if my curiosity or my sensibility wins the battle tonight :)

Turkish Delight and Chocolate

Encouragement comes in many forms, and today, it came in two.

A woman came to the counter today with her teenage daughter. The girl had a big black case strapped to her back, which we later found out was a bassoon.

The woman told us about how she had strayed far from her Christian upbringing in England--a journey that led her into marriage with a Turkish Muslim. God finally pulled her back to Christ but, "It took a lot," she said, "...it took a lot." But God did a work in her life, and now He is working in her children.

The only Christian influence her children have known is attending church once a month, and the conversations she has been able to have with them in her house. But even with so little, the girl with the bassoon used to sneak out to attend Bible studies while in Turkey. The woman's young son now wants to be a pastor or worship leader. God is blessing the little faithfulness this woman can provide. Her husband is still uncomfortable with Christianity, but he is "open minded."

The woman told us of the struggle to be married to an unbeliever in such turbulent times. When financial situations seem too harsh, the woman told us of her desire to pray with her husband, but their different faiths make this impossible. While her husband has nothing to cling to for assurance, this woman holds desperately to God.

It was so amazing to hear such encouragement from such a life of struggle. God is blessing the family of this once "backslidden" woman, and her faith has increased more and more. Her story offered hope to my co-worker, whose daughter has turned from God. This woman's story offers hope to those married to unbelievers. This woman's story offered hope to me, because I saw God's handiwork.

On a slightly smaller note...God encouraged me again today by providing me with chocolate. I have used up this week's allowance for myself, so I am being very frugal with my money now. However, I was desperately desiring a pick-me-up chocolate halfway through the day. As I was about to pull out a pound to pay for a chocolate bar, I was informed there were cookies in the Mezzanine (i.e. the kitchen). I'm not a huge fan of cookies, but when I got there, one of them was double chocolate with soft caramel/chocolate chunks in it. It made my day!

With my soul and my stomach encouraged, I went back to work and finished the day with much enthusiasm and many smiles. Don't give up, was the message I heard today. No matter what struggle you are going through, no matter how unreachable your friends/family are, keep praying. God is able to do more than you can even imagine.

Independence Day

The British don't celebrate America's Independence Day--go figure.

Today was a good one, nonetheless! I went with Pauline (my neighbor and co-worker) to Christ's Church just down the road. It is an Anglican church, so it had a pre-set stand, sit, sing, recite, etc. order. They had Communion with real wine, and their songs were in hymnals with just words. Pauline told me that some Anglican churches are much more traditional than this one, but even so, I can still see how the liturgy is similar to that of a Catholic church. Overall? I enjoyed the fellowship and message. Everyone was very kind and friendly.

I parted ways with Pauline and ate at a little diner. Then I walked around my neighborhood, exploring the different shops and restaurants (which I have not done before!). Before long I was trying on clothes and shoes, giving myself license to spend a little since it is July 4th, and so close to my birthday. Well, I walked away with two cute tops, a belt, and a pair of shoes. I'm very excited to wear them out and about.

Next was Sainsbury's, the local grocery store. I did my weekly/biweekly grocery shopping, and walked away with four orange plastic bags and plenty of food. Do I really eat this much every two weeks?!

I tidied up when I got to the flat (another thing that seems incessant!) and decided to take a nap. The nap turned into a deep sleep, and I didn't wake up until 6:00--about four hours after I laid down. Ridiculous.

It's a beautiful day outside with the shining sun and gentle breeze. I really am blessed to be here in London, to be surrounded by such great people, and to have my family visit me so soon. I greatly anticipate spending time with Mom and Laura. Right now I'm a little homesick for friends and family. ...And fireworks.

Random Thoughts

• Today was my first day off painkillers and back to work. Success!
• I fell asleep during my lunch break and accidentally slept for 30 minutes--15 minutes past when I was due at the till (i.e. the register)!
• A Chinese woman came in today and told a heart wrenching story: her great niece, who is 11, just experienced the death of her father. At the funeral the little girl cried out, "No! Don't close the coffin! Daddy, Daddy!" Though I was not there, the scene will not leave my mind.
• Tomorrow is July 4, and I'm in England. Ironic. I will miss the fireworks :(
• I'm really tired even though it is only 10:45.
• There is hardly any food in my pantry. Sainsbury's run is necessary tomorrow.
• Thats all for now.

Singleness

John Piper just rocked my world with a message on "Singleness."

From God's Word, Piper made four points about the blessedness of singleness. I have heard these sermons before, and I always walked away thinking Yeah, but being married and having a family would still be better than being single...

Piper began with a text from Isaiah. You know, I really cannot do the message justice, you will have to listen to it yourself. However, the main point was that most people have a warped paradigm of singleness and marriage. Marriage is not the answer to the "problem" of being single.

Perhaps this message struck home with me because I have been reading "Every Woman's Battle," which makes it clear that marriage is not the end-all of problems. Certainly, marriage has its advantages (as does singleness), but it also has problems of its own. It is difficult. It takes hard work and effort.

So, with my romantic view of marriage removed, I heard Piper's sermon with new ears. In the Old Testament, God's covenant was passed down through physical relation. Therefore, having a family and children was of the utmost importance. If procreation did not take place, a family name would die. BUT NOW, the new covenant is not passed along through physical birth, but spiritual. All believers are called to be spiritual "mothers" and "fathers," bringing others to Christ. The main goal is no longer to have physical families, but to have eternal, spiritual families.

If you begin with that eternal view, what then holds more importance: pouring your effort into a spiritual family, or pouring your energy into a physical family? Physical and marital relationships are temporary. Seeking after Christ and leading others to Him lasts for eternity.

Now I finally understand Paul's exhortation that he would have all men as himself (single), because the married man cares, not for the things of God, but for the things of the world--i.e. his wife's needs. I'm not sure why, but that makes a lot of sense now.

Am I saying I have been given the gift of singleness? ... (or that I now want that gift)...Not really. I mean, yes, I am single, but tonight the main point is that my focus has been redirected towards that which is most important: bringing souls to a saving knowledge of Jesus. Our culture prioritizes getting married (or at least co-habitating) and having a family, but those things are only an image of Christ and His bride. Putting marriage as my goal is like saying, what I really want is a nice picture frame with a photo of Jesus and His bride. Whereas, I could be pursuing the reality that the photo points to: an intimate relationship with Christ.

I'm not sure this all makes sense, but somehow it does to me. I'm still learning.

Oxford University

Oxford University is not located on Oxford Street, the busy shopping street in downtown London. In fact, Oxford University is located in a city called Oxford, about 2-3 hours from where I live.

The transport from London to Oxford is a nifty bus called the Oxford Tube. It is a posh double decker bus with air conditioning, click on lights, and a sound system. It was a good thing too, because the trip is not a short one.

It was so exciting to spend time with Ruthie, a friend from Cedarville who just finished a year of studying at Oxford. She showed me around town, her flat, and the sights. We ate at the pub the "Inklings" discussed theology at, and we even saw the doorway that inspired C.S. Lewis for Narnia. Oxford was a small town with a little "city" feel.

I really loved the drive to and from Oxford because I got to see the country-side. There were cows and sheep and horses and llamas. And this was my first time out of the London area, so it was just a good experience overall.

My ears are doing much better thanks to prayer and antibiotics. God really blessed me today with the ability to carry out my plans to visit Ruthie (which I was not sure would happen). It was so encouraging to hear her talk about her experiences in Oxford, and to share my experiences from London. God has really grown us both, and He knew that I needed this time with my friend.

I'm not sure if this post makes much sense, because I am dead-dog tired. After saying good-bye to Ruthie, I got back on the Oxford Tube and then the train, getting back home around 10:10 p.m. I waited at the station for Sarah Jane (another intern from CIU) until 10:25, and then we went to my flat. We cooked supper and prepared for bed. She is leaving for Paris tomorrow, and I will be leaving for work. I'm very glad to be able to be up and about. Maybe God will bring some interesting customers in tomorrow. :)

First

Today is the first of July, 2010. Eleven days to my birthday, 8 days until Mom and Laura arrive in England, and three days until Independence day (I'm sure I will get lots of fun poked at me that day).

Today was also the first day I witnessed to an Englishman!

I was sitting on the train after visiting the Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist again, when a man (mid 30s) stumbled into the seats across from me. He dropped his three duffle bags into the aisle and slumped over. His eyes drooped as his head sagged onto his chest. The poor guy looked rather rough in his cut off tee and stubbled face.

Somehow I knew we would end up talking.

My eyes began to droop too, and I found him looking at me. "Falling asleep?" I asked.

"I can't fall asleep on the train. I will miss my stop," said Sleepy Head. He slid over to the seat directly across from me. We began talking, and that was when things became interesting.

His eyes opened a little wider when I mentioned that I was interning with a Christian bookstore. So you are a Christian? Yes.

We talked about the origin of life, if there is a God, why Jesus came to Earth, etc.

So only those who believe in Jesus will go to Heaven? Yes. So you believe you will go to Heaven, but I will not? Well, do you believe that Jesus died for... No. Then yes, what you said is right. But it doesn't have to be that way. You can go to Heaven if you believe that Jesus died for your sins. I tried, but I cannot believe.

The man was a very firm atheist, but a great conversationalist--willing to talk and listen (even if he did fall asleep if I talked too long). The conversation could have gone longer, but my stop suddenly appeared.

The whole incident was a bit strange, but it was encouraging to finally have shared my faith with someone here. I felt inadequate and ineloquent. I knew the Truth, but somehow this man could not see as I did. I'm glad God gave me this opportunity. I am burdened, not just for the Englishman, but for the European, the American, the African, the human. May God grant me the ability and opportunity to open my mouth more and share His Good News.

Halfway

Yesterday, the 28th, was my half-way point for my internship. All I can really say is, "Wow."

I think I am a different person than I was when I left the United States. I came to the United Kingdom with a downtrodden spirit and begrudging soul. It had been a year of adjustment and sorrow, and this internship (though exciting) was simply something to do. A place to escape.

I saw God as my far-off Savior, even though I knew He was near. I knew He was faithful, but I did not feel His presence.

So today I look back at what I have gone through and how I have changed, and I PRAISE GOD! He has given me a new desire to be close to Him and to serve Him. He walked with me through the mud of loneliness and the sludge of guilt. When I fell sick, He picked me up and told me I could trust Him. I am at a loss for words to describe all He has done...

God sent me to London because He knew what was best for me. When I first heard that I was assigned to London I thought, Oh no...a loud noisy city...and I know it rains a lot...sigh...it is going to be difficult to keep my spirits up. Little did I know that a better suited internship could not have been made for me.

Living by myself has fostered responsibility: Rebekah is not here to do the dishes or take out the trash (thanks Roomie for all your room cleaning last year :), Dad is not here to go to the grocery store (thanks Dad, our household really appreciates your grocery runs) or handle money, Mom is not her to cook (thank you Mom for your three-time-a-day cafe!) or clean, and I must make a conscious effort to be sociable.

God has blessed me with a family here--the CLC family--when times are hard. Pauline has cooked supper for me. Megan helped me through a very painful night. Petra brought me beautiful flowers, my favorite berries, and "how are you?" visits. Carol brought me an electric fan and provided some pain medication before I had any. Paul and Sue showed me around London and checked up on me to see how I was doing. Mat noticed I was quiet and asked how I was feeling. Look at all the love I am receiving from people I did not know a month ago!

Sure, I have gone through some difficult things, but God is so much greater. And He has used those things to change me. It is my hope that when Mom and Laura come next weekend (so soon, and so exciting!) they will be encouraged by how much God has encouraged me.

If you haven't done so today, I would suggest spending some time in God's Word and praying. It makes a world of difference.

Rough Day: Understatement

Today was one of those days where, at the end, all you can do is laugh at everything that went wrong, and be utterly thankful for the few things that did go well.

Not so good things that happened today:

• Well, after going to the A&E yesterday, I knew I needed to go to the specialist today. Petra, my manager, gave me the day off to rest and get better (the best idea ever, in hindsight), so I headed straight away to the Ear, Nose and Throat hospital. It was about an hour and half venture by bus and underground (subway), and by the end of it I was hot and nauseous.
• I waited in the clinic from 10:30 until 1 to see the doctor, and though it was quite a long time, I had mentally prepared for a wait, so it was not a big deal. I even hugged my purse close and slept a bit in the waiting room!
• When I was called back, the doctor had to get a suction tube and run it in and out of my ear. Painful? YES!! My ear was completely blocked from swelling and oozing, so the cleaning was a painful and nasty ordeal. Then she put a "wick" in my ear to keep the passage open for drops. The drops are actually for both ears, because now my right ear is beginning to get infected too.
• After all that was done, I got a sub sandwich "to go" and decided a train would be not as nauseating as the underground. The train ride was really nice. The bus ride afterword? Not so much. I drank my soda to stay cool, but as I got off the bus I knew I was about to throw up. A few men stood by and watched as I stumbled over to a tree and...it was gross. I felt a little better after all the soda was out of my body, but the sandwich I was carrying lost its appeal.
• When I got to the flat, it was very hot, even though the windows were open. My pain meds were starting to wear off, and things just were not going well. I even discovered that I have a 4-6 page paper to write for school due either today or tomorrow. Lots to do.
• After supper I even tried to wash dishes, but ended up dropping, and shattering, a glass...

Good things that happened:

• The hospital filled the prescription right there. I was so thankful to not have to walk or ride to a pharmacy and then wait an hour or two for my drugs.
• All my white clothes are clean, because I put them in the wash before I left for the doctor.
• When I needed drops put in my ears, Pauline (my neighbor), helped me out. She is a co-worker of mine and she is a sweetheart. She offered to cook me supper, which she brought over about 45 minutes later. It was DELICIOUS. One plate was full of meat and vegetables and onions, and the other was a pita-like bread. This was one of the best meals I have had here in London.
• Petra and Carol came and visited me as well. It was great to know that they were thinking of me and cared so greatly. Carol even said she had a fan I could use in my room. What a blessing! The fan works so well, and is keeping me from burning up.
• I got to talk with my Mom and my Dad today, which was great. Just hearing from them (and complaining to them) was helpful.
• And while all this craziness was going on, I made time to read a bit of the Bible. I needed God so badly. I read Psalm 45 and remembered my time in Ephesians. I was stunned, again, by the fact that the God of the universe loves me and desires me. He is with me and He comforts my lonely soul. I knew in my head that He satisfies completely, before all this happened, but now I know from experience that He completely satisfies.

I'm sitting here in the dark and coolness of my room now, amazed at all my blessings. I will make it through this, and my Heavenly Father will be right beside me the whole way.

Hillsong and the ER

My last post was short and sweet because I was too tempted to complain about my earache. However, now I have a story, so I feel that is it appropriate to fill in some details.

Friday I woke up with the horrible feeling that something was wrong--not with me, but just in general. I prayed for just about everyone I could think of, because the feeling was vague but strong.

That night, I woke up at midnight with a head-splitting earache. It is hard to describe how a pain from such a small part of the body could cause so much hurt. But, if you have ever experienced an earache, you understand. It is quite awful. I found that I could not comfortably lay my head down, and for the rest of the night I woke up every two hours, wrestling for a good 20 minutes against the pain each time. I prayed fervently, and rest came sporadically. The result was an aching and discouraged Lenae on Saturday morning.

I went in to work on Saturday with my hope resting in prayer and painkillers. I couldn't open or close my jaw the whole way, so eating was difficult, talking was minimal, and smiling hurt too! I was quite the mess. Thankfully, Carol told me to go home early (which I needed to do anyway, to prepare for Megan).

I became even more discouraged when I got home, because, after looking forward to peace and quiet, I found the reality to be that my neighbors were having a birthday party with the music cranked way, way up. Aside from my throbbing ear, even the air around me was pulsing with the beat. Nevertheless, I ate supper, cleaned the flat, and went to pick up Megan.

Poor Megan! A trip that should probably have taken her an hour and a half, took her about 3 hours. She went way out of her way because of mislead travel plans, and then she missed her bus. She found herself wandering around, looking for a bus (which number she did not know), without my cell phone number, which she had accidentally left at her house. It was about 10 p.m. when she and I finally connected, and she had not even eaten supper!

"Now Megan," I said, "I have a pretty bad earache, so if you hear me in the middle of the night start whimpering, just ignore me, I will be okay." She looked at me rather incredulously, and we both prepared for bed.

Sure enough, I woke up at two, unable to bear the pain. It was worse than the previous night, and there was nothing I could do escape the hurt. Megan ended up waking up and immediately became my nurse. She brought be a heated washcloth, and she rubbed my back as I cried. She stayed up with me from about 3 a.m. to 3:30. I finally fell asleep, waking up at 7. I didn't need to get up until 8, but there was no chance of sleeping again.

Fast forward. Megan and I left for Hillsong Church, but missed Kirsten because she missed her train. That was okay, because we planned to meet her at or after church. However, I only lasted a few minutes in the service because the music was so loud and booming. I came out knowing my ear problem had to be addressed today.

Megan coordinated everything as I sat at a table cradling my head in my hands. She found out where the nearest clinic (that would take Americans without "British insurance") was. She texted Kirsten and let her know where we were going. And, she coaxed me along toward the Hospital.

We got to the A&E (Accidents and Emergencies--the British form of an ER) part of the nearest hospital, and I checked in. In triage I did my best to explain the urgency of my situation, without exaggerating. The nurse came back with two pain pills, one, a larger dose of what I had already been taking, and the other, codeine. Thats some pretty strong stuff. I was all smiles and stories for the next two hours in the waiting room.

The nurse practitioner looked at me for about 5 minutes, gave me antibiotics and stronger doses of the painkiller I had been using. He then told me that I had an ear infection (which I had kind of gathered) and that I needed to see an Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist. They could clean my ear--which is really nasty at the moment, and so swollen that I can't hear out of it--and then give me drops. They are only open on weekdays though, so that will wait for tomorrow.

The rest of the day was spent touring London with Megan (who had not been in London yet) and Kirsten (who met up with us in the A&E waiting room). I was steadily taking pills--painkiller, Ibuprofen, antibiotics--and held out strong most of the day. We window shopped a lot, walked through some parks, saw some landmarks, and ate at a cute diner and coffee shop. Now that Megan and I are safely back in my flat, I am updating my blog and praying that tonight I (and Megan) will get some rest.

Probably the most encouraging part of the day was to hear from my Mom and Dad who called me to make sure I was okay. Just hearing their voices brought me comfort. My older sister also e-mailed me, letting me know she was praying for me. And Megan and Kirsten watched out for me all day long. I thanked God every time the pain subsided, and also for my many friends and family members who care about me.

Now, I don't know if that foreboding feeling I had on Friday was for myself, or Megan (as she got lost on her way here), or for someone else, but this certainly has been a trying time. But encouragement and praise have come out of it too. I thank God for the health I do have, and that the ear infection is in one ear and not both! It is imperative that I keep my eyes on Him at this time. Please continue to pray for my healing, and if you want to, let me know that you are praying for me. It is a great encouragement.

Please Pray

I have an earache. It is very painful. I don't know if I can see a doctor today because it is Saturday. Please, please, pray for me.

Update

Okay, bad news first:

I am VERY sunburned around my neck, I am starting to get an earache, and my loft is severely lacking in "tidiness."

Good news:

Today is Friday!!

Just kidding, that's not the only good news. Tomorrow Megan (one of the other interns) is going to come over and spend the night, and I am greatly looking forward to spending time with someone my age. On Sunday, we will head to church and hang out with Kirsten (another American, oh goodness).

Even though I'm not feeling the best physically, I am doing very well spiritually. My time with God has been so good...and I don't think I could be more encouraged by Ephesians and 1 Samuel. God is showing me that He chose me, He loves me, and He has a plan for my future. I don't have to fret about tomorrow, next month, or even years in advance. God is with me every minute, and He directs my path.

I am so thankful for this time in England. It has been a great gift from God. Though I'm not always happy--life tends to be full of ups and downs--I am secure in Christ. He hugged me tonight and whispered of His love for me. He is so worth it. Worth everything.

I Could Live Here

When I was on the train the other day, a crazy thought struck me...I could live here, in England. For instance, what if I had a 2 year internship with CLC instead of a 2 month one? Would that be enough time to become a vital part of a growing church here? Anyway, if it wasn't, I could stay longer...

I found myself day dreaming about the attractive aspects of London culture: the pace of life, the diversity of people, the million things to do. I love public transport (buses, trains, undergrounds, or trams--give me anything!). I love ministering to people every day. Sure, working in the bookstore can be a bit monotonous, or tedious, but when I remember again that I am showing Christ's love to others, the tasks take on a new luster.

I could do this, I mean, really do this. I might not be with CLC, but I know that I want to serve people, share the Gospel, and be a light. How awesome would that be? I have never realized all the possibilities.

Sunshine and Green Grass

Today was my weekly day off. As all holidays should, it began with sleeping in. I woke up to the sun shining brilliantly and an unplanned day. One word: bliss.

Don't worry though. I didn't stay at home all day reading a book. No, I went outside and read a book! :) I wandered around my neighborhood for a few minutes with the vague idea of finding a park I knew was close by. With my confused inner compass it is quite amazing that I actually made it to the park in one piece.

Now, when I say park, I'm not sure what images come to your mind. Perhaps you think of a brightly colored plastic playground with slides and swings. Or maybe you think of a baseball and soccer field (excuse me, football field). Well, the park I went to today had both, and more! Crystal Palace Park is field after field of paths, benches, ponds, and ruins. Everywhere you look is green, and on a bright day like this, the park was bustling with adults, children, and dogs.

After grabbing a bite for lunch at a local cafe, I meandered around the park. I decided to sit down on a bench and read a few chapters of a book I recently picked up after walking for quite some time. Reading was interspersed with people and dog watching, praying and pondering. When I got tired of reading, I would get up and follow a different fork in the path, until I came to a new bench or new sight.

I saw a dinosaur made of recycled junk. I saw an ice cream van (so of course I had to get ice cream). I saw and got lost in a maze! I even saw a little waterfall in the park. Time went by so quickly...I didn't even notice my arms turning pink. Yes, I am very unevenly sunburned. Aloe vera will be a very close friend soon.

I spoke with my Mom on the phone, making plans for when she and Laura (my sister) come to visit me. I also got a package from Mom today bearing cookies! Thanks Mom :) I appreciate all the hard work you are doing, and I can hardly wait to see you soon!

Well, I have a frozen pizza in the oven, and I'm starting to smell it, so I should probably go. Plans for tonight? Finish my book, pray a bit more, maybe watch a movie, sleep. I'd say it was a successful day off.

Something Lost, Something Gained

Chhhh...chhhh...chhhhh............. That was the sound of my train pulling away as I ran onto the platform today. I knew I was leaving later than normal from my flat, but I had too much pride to run all the way to the station. The result? I had to wait 20 minutes for the next train, which was no big deal, except for the fact that it presented 3 wonderful opportunities.

Opportunity 1: As I was rushing around in my flat (getting ready for the day), I had asked God for a little time at the shop to spend with Him. There were many people to pray for--a lot on my heart. Now, I found myself with 20 spare minutes on my hands! I plopped down on the nearest bench and pulled out my journal. "Heavenly Father, thank you so much for this unexpected time with you..."

Result: Giving my burdens to God, receiving peace.

Opportunity 2: Because I missed my first train, I also missed the connection I would have made, so I found myself waiting another 16 minutes at the next station. There is a small coffee/pastry shop at the station, so I decided to go in. I ordered a cappuccino (which I always think of with an Italian accent, thanks to Davide) and left feeling blessed. Though the establishment is not a Christian one, I was served with a smile and jovial spirit. I took the time to look at the napkin and coffee cup, and found their script to be extremely humorous. I sat down on a bench, waiting, and chuckled at my coffee cup--the man sitting next to me seemed rather concerned that he was sitting next to a crazy person, but I didn't mind.

Result: A good laugh, a smile, coffee, energy!

Opportunity 3: On the second train I sat across from a young pregnant woman. She seemed very involved in whatever it was she was reading, so I stayed silent. However, at another stop, another young lady (23-24ish) sat down next to me...only, she turned her back to me (a definite "do not talk to me" posture, for those of you who read body language). I thought about it for a little while and decided to break the "silence" barrier. She was reading hand-written notes about the ionization of radon...

"Studying for an exam?" She looked up, "Oh no," she smiled, "I'm " and she went back to reading. Well, just as you can't see what she said, I didn't hear what she said...she was not studying...what on earth was she doing?

I waited for a few more stops before trying again, "That is a beautiful ring on your finger. Are you engaged?"

Her face lit up, "Why yes! But we aren't getting married for another whole year. We work in the same hospital, which is why I am interviewing at a different one today..."

Ah, an interview. Turns out Amy (which was her name) is a radiologist two years out of school. She was so kind, and we had a lovely talk until we went our separate ways.

Result: New friend, a realization that I can be bold and talk to people on trains (it just isn't done in London!)

So, if I had not missed the train, I would not have had that journaling time, coffee and smile, new friend, or new-found boldness. I'm not saying God desires for me to be late everyday, but I am thankful that He works in unexpected ways.

Walk by Faith

"I want to talk to somebody who works here."

I looked up from behind the counter at the bookshop. The voice belonged to a thirty-something man with wide eyes and wringing hands.

I smiled, "How can I"

"I want to talk to somebody who works here," he said again. I looked down...yes, I did have on my name-tag... the man turned to Bunty, a white-haired woman who has aged gracefully with her colorful clothes and her high pitched British voice.

"I need to talk to somebody who works here, privately," he said.

Bunty and I looked at each other, "You will have to talk with Paul (he was the only man at the shop today), but he is at the post office right now. If you wait, he can talk to you when he gets back.

The man walked nervously around the shop, waiting for Paul to return. He reminded me of the first night my family ate out in Savannah. We had gone to a hole-in-the-wall sandwich shop, and were just finishing as a man stumbled in towards the counter. I need help. We all heard him say. I'm suicidal, please help me. The cashier called the cops and paramedics came to help the man. But we don't have paramedics in the shop.

I really was concerned, for the man, and for Bunty and myself. The man hung around the counter for a while, looking desperate. Finally Paul came.

I didn't actually see the man leave, testimony to his quick exist, but I was told he left in a huff.

"What happened Paul? What did he say?"

"It came down to, he wanted money. When I told him our store doesn't give out money, he stormed out..." So that was it.

Apart from that excitement, today was a non-traumatic, easy-going day. A good day. An "it's already time to go home?!" day, which was far from what I thought it would be this morning.

I woke up this morning with an uneasy feeling. I had tossed and turned throughout the night, and had a disturbing dream right as I was waking. Shaking that off I had my quiet time with God, showered, made my bed, and ate breakfast (peanut butter and pretzels--yum). I also made a mental note that there was only one meal left in my cupboards--butternut squash soup--I needed to go shopping.

I felt a little queazy on the train, but attributed it to dehydration. I drank water and "pressed" coffee at the shop, needing the energy and the liquid.

But even before the shop opened, the day turned brighter. During staff prayer, I was humbled to come into God's presence so boldly with my brother and sisters. As the shop opened, my first customer was an older, bubbly African woman, who was more than happy to laugh and talk with me. I was given two projects to do (during one of which I learned how to laminate--new favorite thing to do!). Lunch was quite tasty, and the sunshine was brilliant outside.

I did go grocery shopping. I bought bread, cereal, pasta, sauce, juice, etc, etc. But most exciting of all du du dah! RASPBERRIES!! I came home and indulged in a hearty supper and then dessert, with my favorite berry covering a mound of ice cream. I washed the dishes and swept the floor. I said hello to friends and family through chat and e-mail, and now I am sitting contentedly upon my bed. It was a great day.

Father's Day

I feel that I cannot let this day go by without making a public declaration.

My Dad is the best dad in the world.

Allow me to explain why:

If you know my Dad, you know that he is cool headed and kind. He is always looking for solutions to broken relationships (which is what makes him such a great Human Resources Manager), and he is the best mediator I know.

Dad works harder and longer than I can (...though that might not be saying much!), and I have never heard him complain about his work.

My Dad loves my Mom, which is evident every time he cleans the kitchen, or the garage, or takes out the trash, or goes through the mail. Even after a long day at work, he shows his love through his actions, which is what Mom really needs.

My Dad has always been there for me and my siblings. Some of my favorite memories from my childhood include when he would come home in the evenings and Laura and I would yell, "Dad!!" and run to him for a big hug. He would always bring us presents back after a business trip, and I knew that if I had nightmares, he would hold me and read the Psalms.

My Dad is very funny, which I have come to appreciate more and more as I grew old enough to understand his subtle humor. Though, I could never forget the childhood teasings of, "You want Blinky Barns to knock it out?"

When I think of Dad I think of his smile and laugh. His whole face widens into a smile, and if the joke is good enough, his eyes will water from the laughter.

Dad is so understanding and such a good listener. If I ever need him, I know he is there for me.

You know, not many people have such a great dad as I do. He loves God, and I believe that has made all the difference in who he is and how he treats Mom and us kids.

So, Dad, if you are reading, I hope you have been honored by my reflection of you. You are living and loving well, and you are bringing God great glory through your life. I thank Him for you often. I love you. I miss you. Happy Father's Day.

A Good Day

On the bus I must have looked like a terribly distracted young lady. I was looking out the window, but did not see anything that we passed. I was thinking a million things...

The day started off very well. I slept in. I prayed. I read 1 Samuel 10, and it was exactly what I needed. Do you ever read a story and suddenly exclaim, "This is me! This story has me in it! I am that character." Well, maybe you haven't done that, but today I found myself personified in the Israelites.

"Give us a king!" they demanded of God. "We want to be like the other nations. We want to follow someone who we can see and talk to and touch. We want a king!"

You can almost hear the crowd chanting..."We want a king. We want a king!"

Samuel is very disturbed by the request of the Israelites, taking their rejection personally. But God shares otherwise. The people have not rejected Samuel as their leader, but God Himself. He would give them a king...but the history of the kings of Israel would not be a pretty one.

But it was what God said right before he revealed Saul as the "chosen" one, that really struck my heart.

"I brought up Israel out of Egypt, and delivered you out of the hand of the Egyptians, and out of the hand of all kingdoms, and of them that oppressed you: ¹⁹And ye have this day rejected your God, who himself saved you out of all your adversities and your tribulations; and ye have said unto him, Nay, but set a king over us." (1 Samuel 10: 18-19)

God rehearsed his faithfulness to the Israelites...He had rescued them from slavery, He had protected them in the Promise Land, and He had saved them from enemies time and time again. Whenever they were in trouble, He was the One who delivered them. He was, is, always faithful.

What conviction struck my heart! How often do I cry out for a "king," forgetting God's faithfulness in my own life? I asked myself when God had been faithful in my life, and found the question ridiculous--so many times, so many stories, so many instances...He has always been faithful! A better question was, when had God not been faithful...and the answer? Never.

So, as I said, the day began very well. I met up with Paul and Sue and we went to a bazaar. I bought a few nick-nacks for people, and we made our way to an annual, live, 10 minute snippet, showing of the popular musicals. We watched and listened to the cast from Jersey Brothers, Mamma Mia, Lion King, etc. It really was quite the show (especially since it was free and we ate ice cream).

It was at the bus stop, waiting for the bus, that I became contemplative. A man was standing outside a grocery store, selling magazines and asking for money. He made his dog--a nice looking black lab--lay down and sprawl out. He was the kind of person people ignore and walk past, because you know they will ask you for something.

As I boarded the bus I wondered about how we are to treat beggars and "the poor." Do you give someone money simply because he asks for it (and looks like he needs it)? Naturally, you don't know what that person will do with any money you give them...but if you offer food, would they really eat it? I heard tell of a man who carries restaurant vouchers with him, to give to those who ask. I am simply unsure what my response should be, but I can't imagine ignoring people as if they don't exist would be the right course.

Regardless of all this heavy thinking, it was a good day :)

I'm still hopeful of finding an evening service to pop into, though there might not be many since it is Father's Day.