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Date: 11 November 2004 19:27:59
I'm surprisingly sad. "Flyboy" had been excluded (or "expended" as one of my little ones informed me this morning) for four days, and it seems unlikely that he'll return. I should be feeling relieved, but somehow I can't help thinking that just moving him on and moving him on won't do a thing to help him. He's a child who needs some security - for someone to break through that barbed wire fence he's put up around himself and teach him to build relationships with those around him. Sad. Mind you - I didn't half have a lovely lesson with that class today!
You, Jack the Lass and Never Conforming, are only allowed to read the following paragraphs if you promise not to grin inanely. I don't need any more hints, thank you very much! I sent an anonymous email today (OK, so it wasn't THAT anonymous, seeing as it came from my email address) to my friend G who is the local mentor for Local Preacher training... just asking her hypothetically what the hypothetical time demands would be if my hypothetical friend L just happened to hear God nagging her and where on earth she'd find the time to do it as well as care for two hypothetical children and a hypothetical elderly father and a hypothetical demanding job. I had my reply - I'm to go and talk with her one afternoon next week. Unfortunately her husband is my former minister and he happened to read the email too. So much for making covert enquiries. Very funny, God!
I was sitting here a minute ago playing freecell - my mind-numbing pastime which allows me to sink into deep thought on a superficial level. (I know what I mean by that even if it sounds contradictory. Playing freecell seems to enable me to think deeply without realising I'm doing it until I become aware of the resultant thoughts). I was having no success whatsoever, and the thought "Hmmm... God, if you want to send me a proper unavoidable message, I'll go out next go". Followed by a laugh and a "Look, I didn't say that. I know better than to put you to the test with a pack of cards. Forgive me for being so flippant and ignore that stupid remark". Out. Over and over again. And without even thinking about it. Total superstitious rubbish to think God had anything to do with that. Surely.
Well, the soul may be being exercised by God, and my mind may be being exercised by the children at school (I am delighted - I seem to have found a way to teach these kids to tell the time!!!) but this afternoon it was my body's turn. Yes, I finally went back to the gym. I didn't get as long as I had planned because as I was passing Tesco I remembered I'd forgotted my jogging trousers and had to call in to buy some. Typical - they were having a massive sale of children's clothes. So.. I ... er... left immediately and went to the gym instead.
OK, OK, so I didn't go STRAIGHT to the gym........ but they were extremely good bargains and they were things the boys needed, honest. You know... socks that actually have a matching sock for the other foot and underpants which do not cut off the circulation to vital organs because they're a size or two too tight.