Friend’s photos:
Mark Churchill
Emma Nordeborn
Mark Evans

I seem to have been learning tons about myself in the past fortnight. At times it’s been painful, and at times liberating, but I think the overall effect will be good. A lot of it involves relinquishing control, letting God direct my life, instead of holding things tightly like some spoiled child.

It’s interesting being surrounded by people who are on a similar journey, of quesitioning, listening and trying to quiet the voice which says, “take control, it’s your life.” It’s time to quiet my hectic inner life.

No more cake
When I said I was trying to give up control I didn’t mean self control, but with the amount of cake flying around the office the last few days it’s been difficult to resist.

This weekend I learned another new game. On Saturday we went to a field overlooking Clifton Suspension Bridge and played the Swedish game of Kubb, which involves throwing pieces of wood at pieces of wood in an attempt to knock them down.

I was stoked because I was reasonably good at it and my team kept winning (which never happens the first time you play a game like say [the cursed] Settlers of Catan).

We got asked to move pitches because the five of us were making too much noise for the 80 or so people who were watching an open air production of Shakespeare’s As You Like It, and soon noticed that as people were walking by they were rubber-necking at this unknown game.

Eventually Emelie invited some guys who were walking by to join us (hi Jamie, David and Richard) for some increasingly multinational play (African, Scottish, Welsh, Swedish, Danish (natch), and English). After many hours of Kubb and the obligatory exchange of national songs, dances and swear words we retired to the pub for drinks with our new friends.

You spin me right round baby, right round
About a month ago I sat down with Andrew and told him of my plans to move back to Cardiff, to do some web-design and to find some cheap accommodation. I figured it was time to make some decisions so that’s what I did.

Today all I can say it that God has messed things up. I don’t know what I’m going to be doing next year, let alone where. And for now that’s all I can say. It’s exciting and scary (when isn’t following Jesus exciting and scary?) and I feel my sense of adventure coming back!