The power of house groups (aka Bible studies). They are amazing. I crawled home from work today absolutely drained, and after making pancakes for my son, went to house group. We have been meeting for a good few years now, every two weeks, and I cannot describe how wonderful it is to have a group of friends who are so supportive and encouraging. We share our triumphs and our disasters, and we talk, listen, and stay silent at times. We learn as we study different books and we gain so much more than we give. As one of my friends said tonight, we leave energised. He is right.
I needed some encouragement tonight, after a foul day at work. Sometimes the bad outweighs the good to such an extent that I forget optimism and positive thought. This is not good. When you get to the stage where you just want to howl it is definitely not good. And this is why it is so good to have house groups. If I had stayed home, I would have been a shrivelled up mess, curled in a ball on the couch. But I am not. Not at the moment, anyway. And tomorrow is another day. Hope springs eternal.
I had a good look around the garden this past weekend. It was too cold to stay out long, but there are definite signs of spring! The daffodils are shooting up and other dead looking twiggy things (I am a fount of botanical wisdom you can see) are starting to show signs of life. And the squirrels are trying to dig up anything and everything. Wretched rodents. Note to self: cut down the tall bushy things before they get leaves. I say this every year. And then I forget. But it does make sense, if I want a minimum of mess. I wielded the loppers for about 5 minutes and decided it was too cold. Too muddy. Too much effort and so I came in for a coffee and couch flop.
I think I need some sun, really. And warmth! Roll on spring.