Husband driving me today. It's another early one, and we arrive about 8.45. I'm shown through at 8.47, precisely 7 minutes early. Result.
Today I have a picture of Jesus and me on the tightrope. This time Jesus tells me to ride the bike across the tightrope. Which I do. We're going faster and faster and Jesus is running ahead of me on the rope. 'Be careful of where you're going!' I yell. He shouts back at me, 'Stop worrying! I AM the way!'
And I stop worrying and revel in the joy of speed and height and Jesus all rolled into one.
The nurse comes back in.
All done, Helen, he says.
And we drive home via the fish shop in Shoreham Port, picking up some pollard and haddock for a fish pie for supper tonight.
Life is good.
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