Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

When I started this job, it was 6 weeks of temporary work. I was expecting to have to go on the hunt again for something that would tie me over till the end of the year, and I was dreading being unemployed again. I was frustrated that I might not be able to travel before I went home due to lack of cash.
My job is still carrying on, though, at 2 days a week which is ideal for studying and doing life. My contract is now until June 13th. I'm very grateful! As my mum said, God continues to provide. I'm much less stressed about my future. Now I begin to consider what I will juggle later on in the year in terms of uni, other work, travel, etc. And of course, the big decision of when to move home. November is still the most likely candidate.

Uni is going OK, I'm terribly undisciplined and last minute; but for me it's not about the marks. I just want to teach one day, and that's the only thing that gets me to work.

Ironically, at the Christian convention in Wales, I spent no time at all on my own reflecting on what I was hearing in the bible talks and where I was at with God. Before you frown and ask why, please step into my head for a minute. I am constantly thinking about the meaning of existence and trying to figure out who I am and what I'm supposed to do to live a purposeful and genuine life. My emotions and my reasoning debate the significance of good and evil and I am trying so hard to wrap my head around the big questions of the bible. I get myself into knots. I get down. It's a heavy burden that I find hard to ignore. But in Wales, I spent time with fantastic people, all day every day, I was at the beach out of the city and there was not a dull moment. I had no chance to think. So I stepped out of my philosophical obsessions and just enjoyed myself. I had a break from my mind. It was wonderful, and as soon as I was home I sat on the stairs for an hour wishing I wasn't alone yet. I was supposed to have sorted out my whole life in that week, but instead, much to my delight, I had days of happiness. And since I got back, things have been working themselves out - for example, the extra work, and a place to live when my "housies'" baby comes (a family at church kindly offered to have me)...

I want answers to my questions. I do. But in some ways, I just need to be patient and let life happen and answer them for me. OK, so some of the talks I went to were on Providence, and I did take stuff away from them that I hope is true. That God is in the detail.

North Wales

First the photos. There are a lot of them. It was hard to decide which ones to include.

We stayed at a place called Prestatyn, in a caravan park near the beach.

Hey Dad! Look! Tamworth!

There's a lighthouse, real small

It was real windy

I found a thing.

Loved these, so cute

Me trying to slide down the sand dune on a frisbee. It didn't work.

We climbed a hill.

The sunsets every night were amazing

We went to Denbigh, a medieval town.

A quick drive-by shooting

This is what happens when you take a photo while walking down a hill.

And here is a place near Mount Snowdon - the tallest mountain in England and Wales. I can't remember the name of the place but even if I could, I wouldn't be able to spell it. Anyway it was very pretty, and we went on a scenic steam railway and to a slate museum.

The water was really clear

I loved this photo.

I like the Welsh spelling of 'engine'

Sunset back in Prestatyn. I think this is first time I ever saw the sun set over the ocean.

On the way back to London we stopped at a place near Dudley in the Midlands - this place had fossils. We also had lunch at the world famous Pie Factory. I had a pie. It was tasty.

It was so sunny I actually came home tanned. I had a really nice time.