bad day jar

It's a beautiful day! This morning I shall be writing lovely things about one of my friends who is going through a hard time. I'll then be putting those slips in a box for her to pick out whenever she needs reminding how fab she is. I had a friend make me a "bad day jar" several years back and it has been one of my incredibly useful emotional props. That's the thing about good friends - they get to sing our tune back to us when we've forgotten it; they whisper to us how they believe in us when we find it impossible to believe in ourselves; they remind us of the truth about ourselves when the doubts are calling us. I'm so grateful to the solid friends who have done this for me when I've needed it, and it's good to be able to do similar for others.

There's lots to do this morning as it is the "free" morning in my week, so is where all the tasks have accumulated in my diary! Then this afternoon I'm talking about how I live out my faith at work. It's an unknown how that will go - let's see!

There was unexpected do-si-doing with a Bishop. I had bare feet on the grass and bare arms in the sun. It was lovely. I've not done everything on my list. I've not even had tea. But how lovely to hang out with a whole bunch of Anglicans - I didn't realise I knew and loved so many :D