Monday, 17 March 2008
Thank you very much to those that sponsored me for the Bath Half Marathon yesterday (and for those that haven't yet done so, you still can via the web-link!!).
We've raised well over £600 in web-donations alone, and with gift aid the total might exceed £1000. I can't thank people enough for their generosity.
In terms of the half marathon result, I can barely walk today, but completed 13.1 miles in a PB of just over 86 minutes. That time puts me a respectable 356 out of around 14,000 entrants.
Hope to catch up with you soon. Thanks again.
It's still not to late to sponsor him here if you want!
Well done to Jim for such a fantastic result (it's been known for it to take me 86 minutes to manage 1 mile!). Also, our deepest and heart-felt thanks to him for everything he's done. We really appreciate it and know that the money raised will go towards supporting other families like ours!
Monday, 10 March 2008
We are still waiting for the results of Theo's genetic tests and my x-rays. The waiting seems to be harder than the grief these days and it's so very hard to be patient when all we want to do is start our family.
We had a church weekend just over a week ago and, whilst looking through the book stall, a book jumped out at Clare because of its title..."Wait". The book contains a poem that's apparently done the email circular rounds in the past. It talks of how God is capable of giving us everything we want but often tells us to wait because it is by doing this that we learn more about him and grow in Christ. The words of the poem are truly inspired!
by Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
|My future and all to which I relate |
hangs in the balance and you tell me to Wait?"
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.
Or even a 'no,' to which I'll resign.
You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
|Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate |
as my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine...
|I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. |
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
|You'd never experience the fullness of love |
when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
|You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,|
what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
but oh, the loss if you missed what I'm doing in you.
So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see