One year ago on this Sunday I was finishing the last leg of The Pilgrims Way Part 1 at Otford in Kent. My feet were killing me but it was amazing to reach that point after 8 days of walking. I remember an unexpected spitfire accompanying me part of the way and another Jane Austen connection. And the joy of my biggest supporter being there to meet me was special.
I have just had a weeks leave with lots of tasks to start with then 2 nights away alongside the Essex Pilgrims Way. This is a picture of the chair where the founder of Pilgrims Hall sits nearly 60 years after establishing the Centre, now in the twilight of her years. The building around her is her legacy.
I am sitting here writing this rather uncomfortably with a catheter inserted and a leg bag. Routine Tests on Friday showed I was retaining large amounts of fluid in my bladder which resulted in a trip to A&E yesterday and the procedure being done. I’m glad I did 60@60 not 61@61! I’ve had an enlarged prostate for a couple of decades but this turn of events was quite unexpected. I’m having to get used to a whole new way of living and hobbling for different reasons! Physically and emotionally it’s quite a difficult adjustment and another adventure even if not a totally welcome one.
Persecution is not totally unexpected, especially for new converts, but when it hits it affects life profoundly. Things change and a new, if unwelcome, way of living ensues. It’s part of the cost of Christian living. I have appreciated messages of support and I know persecuted Christians do so too.
Thanks for your interest and care.