After having a great time at the YVV camp, and especially great prayer on Sunday night about some very serious stuff which I’ll probably cover once I’ve had a chance to cogitate over it for a while, I slept in a little bit past what I wanted this morning, and was having a quck shower when it all came crashing down.

Quite literally. I slipped on the (poorly designed and very slopy) shower floor, and on my way down, managed to take a significant chunk out of the top of my foot, because I kicked the underneath of the dividing wall between the showers, leaving me bleeding profusely. So once I stumbled over to the bench, and with the very kind help of Greg Rivett I managed to slow down the bleeding, before I passed out and then I had the wound bandaged and went off to hospital to get five stitches put into my foot. And so now I’m on crutches for the next 2/3 weeks.

It’s one of those things. I can see God already teaching me things. Like patience. Now nothing happens in a hurry. Now I actually have to rely on other people. My illusion of self-dependance is shattered. That’s a tough thing to actually take on. I can’t make it on my own.