Thoughts From Just Another Passer By

They wrote me a song. It takes the mic, I'm not sure I care. It's true. I have actually become more clumsy. Thats without my great love of studying in obscure places. Where to sit tomorrow... slightly tempter by the outside again, it was most enjoyable today. The cold makes you type quicker just to make sure you keep warm and you think to take your mind off being slightly uncomfortable. Plus being slightly cold and uncomfortable was strangely nice. A lot better than sitting on a sofa. Like the tea point, slight draft, tiles and a bit off height, hey presto work, work, work. Small square in wall outside, probably the odd spider, drizzle, chilly and well stone, and more work, work and work. I'm not sure how many new places I'm going to be able to find in college, so maybe I should work quicker! So any ideas of place to sit (where people won't complain about ways of me possibly injuring myself) let me know as I'm slowly getting stuck.

He called me here. I am not sure how. I am not really sure when. It happened though. Here I am. So what comes next. Can not stay bubble wrapped forever. What Lord comes next? What will happen to me? What will happen to them? What will happen to us? It is tough right. Really rough, really tough. I sometimes feel so see through, whilst sometimes I feel invisible. Tough, right? I’m the same as everyone else. Just the same as everyone else. I don’t fit in though! Who does? I want to make a stand, be brave, brace the world, be understanding! Will I be known for this. Maybe for my crazy hair brained ideas? Maybe for my personality? Maybe for my looks? Will these be positive or negative. Will I be worth it. Will we be worth it? Am I clear? Am I clear in who I am, and what I’m here to do. Obviously not, what about RAF chaplaincy, I would have to train. How long does it take to train. Would I candidate? Will I have a family to worry about, a partner. Could I cope with RA...

Yesterday, here it seemed that the hills where on fire, autumn was taking hold and the pheonix was dying. Today it's raining. Tomorrow... who knows?

Yesterday, here it seemed that the hills where on fire, autumn was taking hold and the pheonix was dying. Today it's raining. Tomorrow... who knows?

Sometimes in our lives we are quite literally moved to the bottom of the cross, I think today I'm just wondering what that means for me now, currently, at this time, and what I'm to do now that I find myself here?

How amazing is it to feel at home. I have found this amazing spot to sit in college. its a square kind of tower post upon the terrace, high enough up for people not to notice you especially in the dark. Felt like a gnome though, but the cold rushing wind, the voice of the almighty God rushing past my ears was immense, sometimes you have to be chilled to the burn to understand the warmth of God