Thursday, 4 December 2008

No news is bad news

Mssrs Hurry, Up & Wait, solicitors

Dear Sir

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Thank you for yours of the 12th ult.

Sign this at your earliest convenient return of post, enclose cheque for several hundred pounds and then we'll go really quiet again for a few weeks, until the next form with lots of small print has been prepared by our office Junior, who has been appointed chief executive of Squew-Whiff Photocopying & Uneven Folding.

We remain your humble and faithful servants

Yrs Faithfully
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Conv A Ensing
Senior Partner

Oh, it's not so bad. But I'm champing at the bit, learning lot about patience (good quality) which quicks leads to passivity (not so good), and the opposite dangers of proactive firmness (good quality) which can lead towards anger (not so good, especially if you sleep on it).

It's a right old balancing act, this obeying God malarkey.

The lovely comments, encouraging prayers and vivid prophecies keep on coming, and it's those which help me stay focussed. My moving day has come and gone and I'm still here. I'm praying for the glorious 12th (not to go gouse-shooting, but to remove my belongings to my new home), as it seems that further delay will find everyone taking their Chistmas break while I'm still living with boxes and uproar and 'maybe' and unsettled and not in the city and church God has been calling me to join since June.

That can't be right, can it?

2 comments:

Andy said...

Sounds like fun..
So you're still in Brighton town? Someone told me with almost absolute conviction you'd gone already...

BackChat said...

Oh, people tell you what you want to hear, I suppose. No; last official Sunday at CCK this weekend, before the Christmas jollifications start, and then I'll slip away under the radar in all the mayhem. If only your informant were a prophet...