Because a little bug went kerchoo! This children’s book has
been read and re-read to our children and grandchildren, and is such a fun
exposition of how one little thing can set in train a whole host of
consequences. The butterfly effect.
This morning I am filled with gratitude and joy as I look
back and remember. Some of my dearest friendships were formed during years when
a certain professor in Aberdeen, Professor Torrance, inspired a following of
theology students from the US to come and study for their PhD under him. For
several years, we enjoyed the richness of the backwash from that wave of
students, as several young families moved into Banchory and became part of our
community for three or four years. Their children became friends with our
children as they became friends of us.
Miles now separate us from these dear friends, but the love
is still there. They enriched our lives and transformed our local church
experience, challenging and breathing new life into our faith as they walked with
us on the Christian journey.
My lock-down project has been to revise, yet again, the
historical novel I wrote a few years back which tells the story of Onesimus,
the runaway slave of Philemon. Now, as I begin to reach out to find an agent, I
am so blessed to have friends from those Torrance days who are willing to
endorse the book when (I say by faith) it is published.
My heart is full of gratitude and joy, and faith in the God
who has counted the hairs on my head, who knows what each of us needs and who
delights in orchestrating friendships which transcend distance and time. To him
be all the glory and praise.
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