Monday February 2, 2009
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. 1 Corinthians 9:24.
Christmas comes but once a year, but real snow comes to Britain only every twenty years. Then place a little snow on the ground and everything comes to a standstill. For the last 24 hours, London was without buses, many roads were closed, rail service sharply disrupted and airports shut down. Reminds me a bit of Vancouver. They have the same mentality—a denial that winter really goes there! To be fair, the snow is the wet slippery kind that keeps the wheels spinning by day and handily freezes overnight. We trust that everything will be back to normal on Wednesday when the girls fly home.
It certainly disrupted plans for our girls who had booked for a trip to France via the channel tunnel. Instead we opted for a together time close to home, a chance to catch up on some reading and photo swapping. If the last several days have been a race to run, we have certainly felt the energy expended, but also the exhilaration of achievement. Today, was a breather, we felt more like the tortoise than the hare. For us, to complete the race is more important than winning.
There is always something each day to keep the back burner alight in relation to my prostate cancer—another race that needs to be completed. Today I had confirmation of surgery at the Lethbridge regional hospital for March 30, 2009. We arrive home on March 11, so a few days to prepare. We both feel that this will probably be our last trip of this type to England—we are getting too old for this game! Mind you, we’ve said similar things before, but adventure still calls.