“I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much.”

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

Sunday, 25th October - late morning

It's another bright day, the sun very hot for late October. I've just spent the last hour in the coolness of church, first the abbey and then St Willigis. I'm still trying to work out how I can best pay my devotions at both. I'm not sure it will be practical to try to go to both each week. Perhaps I can alternate...

I smile and exchange greetings with a few people after the service, though my mind is elsewhere. Tess came to St Willigis with me, and the whole time she was sitting next to me I was thinking about my conversation with Parras. It made it difficult to concentrate on Laurence's sermon, but I think he spoke well. He seems so different now; so much more confident and at ease. I feel a little pang, wondering if he'd been more like this when we first met if things would have been different for us somehow. But there is no point thinking of that.

I wait outside the church for everyone to leave, and then I step back inside.

"Laurence," I say. "Thank you for another lovely service. I - I need to talk to you about... the thing we are planning to do for the doctor."

[Open to Laurence & Lugh]

“I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish He didn't trust me so much.”

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

Sunday, 25th October - late morning

It's another bright day, the sun very hot for late October. I've just spent the last hour in the coolness of church, first the abbey and then St Willigis. I'm still trying to work out how I can best pay my devotions at both. I'm not sure it will be practical to try to go to both each week. Perhaps I can alternate...

I smile and exchange greetings with a few people after the service, though my mind is elsewhere. Tess came to St Willigis with me, and the whole time she was sitting next to me I was thinking about my conversation with Parras. It made it difficult to concentrate on Laurence's sermon, but I think he spoke well. He seems so different now; so much more confident and at ease. I feel a little pang, wondering if he'd been more like this when we first met if things would have been different for us somehow. But there is no point thinking of that.

I wait outside the church for everyone to leave, and then I step back inside.

"Laurence," I say. "Thank you for another lovely service. I - I need to talk to you about... the thing we are planning to do for the doctor."

[Open to Laurence & Lugh]