Monday 4th August

Terrible journey from France to Wales yesterday. The airport in Nantes was jammed, so an hour long wait in line to check in, turbo-nappies on the plane (!) and then the M25 was completely snarled up because of the pouring rain. I finally arrived in Swansea just a little before midnight and I'm speaking twice today.

My friend Ishmael (www.ishmael.co.uk), has had a rough couple of days, probably in response to his last chemotherapy injection - please pray for him. 

I had quite a few people in Las Pas Opton come up to me and express appreciation for 'Helen Sloane's Diary" - and some of them said how stunned they were at a certain twist in the plot (I was about to give it away but then realized that I might ruin the book for people who check this blog but haven't read it yet). One man said how he laid on his bed and cried when that little hairpin bend in the plot came along. It made me feel grateful to be able to get people thinking, and to move them, with words. And that's what I am praying for today: as I speak to a group of people that I've never met before (the conference of the Apostolic Church) that God will use me as an instrument that will provoke thought, challenge, relief, and (if needed) even a little shock here and there.......

Here goes....