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Thankful for the Coming Weekend...

The beginning of September is usually a little crazy in any minister's household as everything kicks into gear for another year of fun and games. Add to that a little additional insanity when the minister's spouse is also employed in a church or church-related community project...
That's the baseline for our family as the summer holiday's some to a close... this year we've had the extra stress of Ciaran starting a new school and Owain resuming school (going back a year) after a somewhat disastrous year 13 due to injury and illness... Then 2 days into the school year Owain dislocates his shoulder through the strenuous activity of turning over in bed, necessitating a 2 day sojourn in hospital and another trip to theatre to reset it...
Most people come to the end of weeks like that and are thankful for the coming weekend... So what are we doing for our first weekend of the school year? Well, tomorrow we're all taking part in the DFCI North Down Coastal Challenge, a 16 mile sponsored walk from Orlock Point to Holywood, supporting the work that Sally is involved in with Dundonald Family and Community Initiative - helping families in Ballybeen housing estate... with many of those families facing much more challenging situations than we ever will... The stresses and strains on us are temporary and not life threatening, but with many the situations they find themselves in are both more serious and sustained... 
Many of you have already sponsored me due to my nagging and spamming on Facebook and Twitter (I nearly got blocked from Facebook Messenger because of my messages yesterday). If you have done, thank you... If not then you can use this widget to do so...

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 If I am still capable of walking on Sunday I have 4 different services to conduct... Maybe I should have done a sponsored event to see how many services I could do in one day...

Anyway, this is not just a way of encouraging people to sponsor me... It is also by way of warning you that if you attempt to find me on Monday you will fail...


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