I am writing a daily blog (Monday to Friday probably!) on preparing spiritually and physically
to lead a Pilgrimage of 100 miles in September.
for details of the Pilgrimage, click on the dropdown Cotwold Pilgrimage bar at the top of this page
Dare I step on the scales?
It’s early – I am up soon after the larks, due the church builders crashing into our garden very early. The Vicar slumbers on. He will be Mondayish soon. *
I like an early start.
My mother use to wake me at 6am every morning.
There was hot Ribena when I was small, fresh lemon juice diluted in hot water when I was a teenage (my choice!)
The command Don’t forget to read your Bible.
That is what is engrained on my mind as I wake daily.
Alas there’s no hot drink presented to me these days and I need coffee. I take the mug of fragrant liquid and sit on the rocking chair. Open today’s reading on my Kindle.
It’s all very different to 50 or so years ago.
* * * *
We’re in Song of Solomon and then Psalm 45. Lovers and weddings and beauty and joy.
It feeds my soul.
Inspires my prayers:
May my tongue speak words like the pen of a ready writer - and may I be the ready writer too. (Psalm 45:1)
May the Lord pour the oil of joy on me, as I continue on this road of healing from the PTSS and depression. (Ps 45:7)
May I be the seal on my husband’s heart and our love unquenchable and strong as death. (SoS 8:6)
And may I continue on the path to physical strength and health so that my body glorifies God and my husband is content with me. (SofS 8:10)
So I stepped on the scales.
One whole pound lower.
* Mondayish: defined by OED as how clergy feel after a busy and demanding Sunday.