Last night at house group, we prayed about my work, and the kids, and.... Yes. The lot. We prayed for a miracle. Or a few. Lots. Today wasn't the day. But maybe tomorrow will be. Today was about as far from miraculous as you can get, actually. But then Moses probably thought that too, as he walked towards the Red Sea. And look what happened to him. Maybe I need a stick thingy. Or a wand. I do believe it is just as well that I am not teaching English, although that was mentioned this morning in a hopeful manner. I tried to ignore that part.
My life is complicated. And my phone has just beeped at me to tell me that the deadline for the Hospital No 2's response to my complaint is tomorrow. That means that they have to respond by tomorrow according to the rules. Hmmmm. We will see. Another miracle, maybe? Who knows.
I have just spent 3 hours here at home writing up the paperwork for the day. I have hardly spoken to my son. He cooked his own supper. And he is now out helping at Crusaders as I speak. I am feeling squished. And in need of a simple, uncomplicated life - at least for a little while.
Somehow, I don't think that is going to happen.