drifting in and out of consiousness

surviving on 1 hour of sleep and pushing through a temperature and outrageously sore throat, 'sweating like a pig' comes to mind i have to write about the last 48hours before i head back through the setting sun to rest my weary body and spiritually exhilerated but exhausted soul.

This week, as a CU we set about to do something that's not been done before.

After weeks of planning, fraught with anxiety, excitement and prayer a few of headed to the multi faith prayer room (aka muslim mosque) to transfrom it into a christian prayer room. We covered the walls with paper, a tree, a map of goldsmiths, a map of the world, ideas for prayer etc, rugs, cushions, pens, paper and looked about us expectantly at the room that the next day, all day would witness people coming to seek God. This was inspired by the movement 24/7 prayer (a worldwide organisation-the premise when God's people pray, things happen)

Casting my mind back to tuesdya night is now such a difficult thing to do midst my tiredness I am not coherant. Bill suggested we pray.

In fact I amnnot coherant. I am goign to bed and I will fill in what happens when God's people pray big tomorrow. God's a big God and gives his people dreams and visions and imaginings and ideas and he does the impossible. after some sleep i will tell of some of this.