having done all to stand, stand firm (and sing!)

8:30pm, at KCC and just finished singing.

After what's best described as a *challenging* day, it was a real joy to get out and sing.

A wee bit later get-out-of-bed, but an enjoyable cycle to work in the warm morning air and I was a happy boy. Was actually quite excited to find out of the rumours were true. Sure enough, an email invitation to a meeting at 10. Be there or regret it.

An odd meeting. A vague story and a *fill in the blanks* structure chart. Felt pretty low for a couple of colleagues who's roles aren't just at risk, but are redundant.

Then all madness breaks out around my desk, loads to get done and *today* is the day. Had to take a stroll for some air and chat around lunchtime.

Got the jobs done, late-ish home, a small amount of weeWeir time before bed, then chat with Mrs theWeir before heading out to the KCC prayer meeting.

Some reckon that prayer is a pointless exercise. Some reckon that faith a construct of the human psyche.

All I know from nearly thirty years of it, is that I believe in a God who is outside of space, time, thought and restriction yet who cares enough to have put this universe together so that life happens. And that it isn't a random sequence of events.

And that by having a confident hope - not a whimsical fancy - that eternity is breaking into right here and now, that there's peace in the struggles.

As much as I enjoyed the gig, the contrast between being a wannabe-rock-star last week and a simple guy pouring out his heart with words and music was stark to me. This is where my rest is found. This is where my soul finds grace, peace and forever.