Surf's up

Well, it's been there in the back (and front) of my mind for a few weeks now. We have been praying for mum and hoping she and dad would be able to come out to visit in February, but I haven't really allowed myself to think they might... Yesterday we got the news that they can come. The oncologist is going to treat mum with hormone therapy and hopefully this will shrink the mass in her bowel. So, it's wonderful news. I could feel the relief in her voice, dad's voice and my own soul.

We went to Manly beach in the afternoon and met some friends, Giles and Susie, who live nearby. Giles took Craig and I out for the first time on his surf board. It was fantastic. I didn't stand up but managed to ride in on my stomach a couple of times and I even almost got caught in a rip (bit scary, but since I didn't know what it was, not as bad as it might have been..). Evie pottered about on the beach making sandcastles and finding 'treasure' to decorate it. Barney just enjoyed picking up handfuls of sand. There's something very awe-inspiring and satisfying about being by the sea. I'm just reminded of how small I am in the great scheme of things, and yet how I can be carried by a God who is so much more powerful than anything I can imagine.

After much thought I've decided to relegate the t-shirt to beachwear.