It has been a not so easy fortnight to tell you the truth.I have felt homesick to the core as I have moved from place to place ,just rolling along with Annie.She seems so grown up suddenly with a mind of her own and the next she is just a small child....my little neice looka after me more than I her.I have missed the stability of home and parents.Yesterday was another packed day.Church was the Lutherian church St Mary's on the hill side in Lovett lane,traditional Lutherian I found the tradition quite charming.The reading was from psalm 81 which was powerfully sung ,almost like anglican in the way it conducted the service.
The preaching was on a mixture of various biblical passages with a lot of referance to Torah and the Talmud,a little confusing for me.Met a young kid from Ranchi who had been attending the church for over a year.As we talked she took my card for whatever reason.
Annie had wanted to buy a backpack , which everyone and their brother seem to be carrying,a swedish make,apparently it's weight distribution was better along the spine??We found one for her in H and M in Oxford street much to my relief.
Shoreditch and Bricklane was another place we visited.The sheer crowd ,the variety of stalls,was overwhelming for my senses.We tried some korean buns filled with meat,oversized momos which my heice who is much more literate than me in culinary matters says is called 'Bao'.We also picked up some pancakes from netherlands with maple syrup.
As we scoured the street art I remembered visiting the place with my sister-in law some four years ago when I was in Basildon.I realise I had done most of the tourist places in London with her then.
We'd promised Anu we'd be back before six thirty which we duly did.She had booked a table for us at Jamie's by the quay.So we walked the river-bank to the Italian place.I had carbonara for the mains while the rest of the group had various other things.The appetissors and ,the pudding were lovely.We walked to Anu's place by the evening light over Thames.
I will miss friend's.When I think back about William Harvey it seems like a distant past but I still feel a twinge of pain which I can do without.That is with moving around so much ,some places win your heart and some don't,it makes you richer but I miss my peace,my time alone,my dreaming,my selfishness and I am looking forward to seeing my room in Mangan for the first time and the rest of my family.Another couple of days and I will be home.
I remember one curious lady asking me ,if, in my missionary journey, I ever felt rootless? She had had to leave all that was familiar when she found the faith.It was difficult to explain to her that 'Home' had different conotations for me ,being rooted was being rooted in Christ.It sounds theoretical put like that but it could not be more real in my life at this juncture.
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