Pilgrim Soldier

… is what I was thinking as I headed out of the house at just before 7:30 this morning. You see Abigail is sick and spent most of the night in with Zoe and I taking up a ridiculous amount of bed for a 9 month old baby! She’s wheezing and coughing and crying and is generally feeling lousy, which isn’t very easy for her to understand. After maybe a maximum of 4 hours sleep, split into several segments, the alarm went off and I dragged my uniform on in a semi-comatose state.

As I walked down the hill from the area we live to our hall in the town centre, I was fortunate enough to see a gloriously red sky with the clouds being painted by the not long risen sun. The beauty of it started to burn away the fog that had collected in my head.

The reason I was up and out to the hall so early this morning was actually because today we hosted an Ecumenical Prayer Breakfast. Whilst the numbers there were relatively few, just 13 of us, we could count several different denominations, plus a Sister from the local convent. After spending fellowship together, I can honestly say that it was a real privilege to lead this group as we dedicated the rest of the time to praying into situations here in the town.

It was only as I was waiting for a family to arrive for a later meeting that I realised that all the tiredness I had felt as I started off down the hill this morning had fled. Time in the presence of God refreshes us in ways that we can’t begin to understand!