We drove Bea to the station this morning - and went to Tesco's for a shop. The house feels quite empty without her. Col took us both to Kitthurst Hill yesterday, but we were allowed to stay in the car and read once we had visited the butterfly meadow. Bea read Barbara Pym and was laughing away in the back of the car. I was doing my studying - we are in the middle of a close examination of Acts, to see what we can learn from those early Christians - from their faith and their courage and their constancy in the preaching work.
I was wondering once again if maybe we will all find our way to the spot on Kitthurst Hill where the carpark was a million years from now. Will it all have returned to forest? Or what will it be like? Will we remember these visits there now - or even want to?
Well, i just hope that the three of us are there, in the restored earthly Paradise, to find out.
Monday, May 23, 2011
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