Dandelions

Well, what can I tell you of my travels and work? I find myself before this computer screen, the light bouncing into my pupils, and myself thinking about how I can express to you what thoughts I am having behind my eyes, what events are unraveling and which are beginning? Based upon my blog writing patterns (or lack thereof) the next time I am writing, in this way, I will likely be in my final month. And while there is a lot happening there also seems to be very little, I'm not sure how present my mind is on today and today's responsibilities as oppose to tomorrows (which I am all too often thinking of). It is not healthy as a Christian I don't think. And while that is my mental and spiritual ailment I don't think I have yet gotten better from my physical sickness, though at this point it is hardly noticeable nor is it as important. We've had much more sun here lately than I have ever experienced in the UK and it seems as though we are standing on the doormat of springs house, I can already smell what's for dinner. This means I might have the joy of experiencing two springs this year, oh happiness.
Lately I have been reading some of the parables towards the end of Luke, the less heard of ones that appear in no other gospels. It has been slow because I am trying to really get to the meat of what is being said. There are some scary aspects, some joyful, some thoughtful and hope-giving, others troubling and self-revealing. I ponder to myself about my servant hood and whether I have actually done all I was told to do, not even whether I could say "I am an unworthy servant; I have only done what was my duty" (Lk 17:10). It is good, and it is enriching my prayer as scripture often does. I am also trying very desperately (with much failure) to memorize Psalm 103, because under the advice of John Piper this would greatly enrich my prayer as well.
Well, other than that there is not much else to say other than tedious talk of daily events. Like yesterday I had a great time in the extreme winds of street evangelism (metaphorically but definitely non-metaphorically as well). Then went for Tea (as they call Dinner) at a friends house in Coleraine, which was nice. Today I am writing my blog and going to a local pub with fellow interns, to watch a Manchester United game (I've become a big fan of Football... oh.. uh I mean Soccer) to immerse myself in the British/N.Irish culture once again (minus the heavy drinking of course).
Other than this though, things with me are fairly normal. The dandelions are beginning to speckle the fields and my work with the church is waning as it is being passed off into other hands. I just hope that all I do and am still brings glory to God in some way or another.
See you all soon, I'd love to hear from you.