It’s a crackling 40 degrees outside. I’m upstairs in the ‘spare room’ surrounded by perpetual mess. The controller battery is too flat to display the actual temperature, but I think that the air con is on judging by the apparent coolness.
On Saturday we are running a mini-camp for our youth group kids. I doing a talk thing on ‘Hearing From God’. It’ll be interesting, because I don’t always do too well at it. I sort of rely on God to dump stuff in front of my face, like the other day when I opened my Bible for the first time in ages and got pretty much the verse/s I needed to hear. I’m sure God knows I like my irony, but I doubt that it should come hand in hand with laziness.
So maybe I’ll just write about the art of conversation in my empty Word Document, up in my room, by myself and see what comes of it. Or perhaps I should invite God along.