It's OK - I know the ending and it's going to be alright. Well technically, I've no idea how the clever scriptwriters are going to conclude the series, but I'm familiar with the plot so far and whilst I'm hoping there is no neat happy ending as that would be banal, I do trust it will work out - things always do, even if it's not the way we expect. As a helpful friend reminded me "when it feels like it's the end, it's not the end".
I'm talking about the programme Rev - it's unusual for me to watch something at the same time as it actually goes out, so that in itself is miraculous. And I realise you may not have watched it, so I won't spoil it for you. It was however the perfect redemptive thing for me to watch after a difficult day. Six run of the mill words had succinctly summed up my disappointment, and those six words then floored me for a while as I couldn't shake off the feeling. I managed some digging (wish we hadn't started trying to level the area for the pool as we've made it worse not better), but mainly struggled with the inertia that I've found sadness sometimes brings. I didn't manage to reach out to people, but I decided I would watch a programme for myself. Rev hasn't exactly been laugh a minute of late, but I'm glad I hung in there. My beliefs aren't that God makes sense of the senseless, but I do believe that when things seem hopeless, that hope can be found, that God is still there in the senselessness of it all.
Back to work today and I expect it will be very busy indeed. Hopefully I'll find a moment later to write to the BBC and thank them for reminding me that there is always hope.
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