Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. {1Kings 19: 11}

It feels like ages since I wrote much in here properly, since I had anything much beyond the basics I felt like sharing.

Life is small and simple and quiet for me at the moment,still slowly recovering and gearing up for my last {I hope} surgery. I have lots of time to think about things which is sometimes good, sometimes not.

And I find myself overwhelmed a lot by crowds and noise {we joke that because my eyes are busted, my hearing is developing to true spider-sense level, so noisy crowds wear me out quicker and more than they used to}. Even church is wearing on me. But as ever I am drawn to this passage in the Old Testament where God appears before Elijah: not in a raging wind, not in an earthquake, not in a fire: but in a whisper.

So lately I'm trying to be quiet and listen for that still small voice in the haze and chaos that the rest of the world feels like to me at the moment.

{And prepping for Christmas. Low-key, non-stressy prepping. Definitely.}