Here and Sheqeras

Well, I've chosen a day to write which isn't a warm, gentle breeze kind of day in the metaphorical world - more of a ... mmm... still, greying evening, with hints of light pink clouds. I've had some brill times of closeness in these last few days to the Father, Son and Holy Spirit but sinking into the joy is a wonder of how I'll manage with the changes ahead of me. I'm no longer going to be living in Tirana, Albania's capital - but instead I will find my first year in the foreign land in a south eastern village called Sheqeras. I'll fetch my own water and live the Albanian village life. I'll be immersed, no gentle easing into a pioneer type existance - but head first dive in. And that makes me excited, and that makes me wonder how things will be. I am so glad to be in Gods leading and in living the life He has called me into - but I am so human in my emotional response to change - and feel myself at a loss in certain realities. I'm looking around me, looking for solid ground. It's not being afraid of whats ahead - but trying to find standing in the here and now. The wait is on, the questions find themselves in my sleeping dreams.

I'm putting off getting preperations in place - piling on my desk is requirements of writing a will, filing for residency in Albania, sorting out my taxes, prayer letters, contacting people, seeing people before I leave - its far enough away to not seem real - 2 months away. I'm working at Bridge House again, back at Bond Street after 3 months away, time is going to fly and I'm just going to have to do these things and then say good bye. I hope for good times in these days - but find I tread water at times not swim with direction - and today I just want to dive under and find treasures to take away everything from my mind. I shall sign off - addios!