Unusually for me, I’m rating this week 4/10. Maybe even 3.5.
Some weeks, things are just tough. There has been various unexpected twists and turns this in week, and I am also just generally starting to feel run down. Not to mention the anxiety of seeing things open up when I’m just not sure we should be doing that just yet.
On Tuesday, we got an email with a load of updated guidance from the Bishop. It also contained some prayer resources for the anniversary of the NHS on Sunday. I then made a move which came from a place of enthusiasm, accompanied by a dollop of procrastination (let’s face it, I was wanting to avoid facing the mountain of guidance and risk assessments that needed to be tackled). I asked Nathan if he fancied doing a joint Evening Prayer on Sunday for the NHS. He agreed it was a good idea, we came up with with a list of people to include, and we ran with it.
But it turns out that organising and editing two services in a week is very different to organising and editing one. It’s currently 5 to 10 and I’m still waiting for the second service to upload to Youtube. Oh the irony of having had resilience training this week, in which the importance of resting the evening before the day off was emphasized!
But I shouldn’t be quite so negative. Things aren’t all bad. I did a visit this week and I got to eat a gorgeous strawberry tart that was bought especially for me. I really enjoyed the training. I had a chat to my cell group and two friends from college. My study is starting to feel like home and the new fridge (with ice dispenser!) was delivered this week. I am now on the board of trustees for a phenomenal charity that spans across the three local churches.
But overall, it has been pretty rubbish. If I ever give the impression that things are always great, they really aren’t. Life is tough at the minute. But, I do know it could be a lot worse. Somebody on the training day pointed out that there are priests in some parts of the world who don’t get paid, don’t get a house and have to grow their own food. I am really blessed in many, many ways.
And I do have something really lovely to tell you. The weekly star this time is Terry. I met Terry as I was locking up church one day. He noticed my dog collar and asked ‘hey, are you the new vicar?’. We got chatting and he wants to help us with the gardening on our land. He used to do it a few years ago and he asked if he and his Dad could help to keep the weeds under control. Of course, I said yes!
More next time, when hopefully things will have picked up.