It’s the first morning properly in our house. We handed back the manse keys yesterday, and all our possessions are here now (and don’t we know it) … although the Bambi is at the garage and we are waiting for news.
It’s a new beginning, and maybe all new beginnings have to start with repentance, turning around and thinking again. Junk the clutter in order to move forward. And we have done this literally over the last month, although there’s a lot more dumping to go, more at our leisure this time.
Repentance should set us free, not bind us to an endless cycle of saying ‘sorry’, like what the sound engineers did to Nick Clegg.
Living God,
set us free.