Today I began work at 7 am, packing things into boxes and throwing out all kinds of stuff that it just isn't practical to take with me. I slogged away until 12.00, when I had a ministry commitment - an online class for an upcoming course. Then I started sorting and packing again.
By around 3.00, the unfinished task began to feel overwhelming; just the sight of my kitchen made me want to cry. "Oh, Lord, " I cried out, "Please send someone to help me."
About fifteen minutes later, I got a text message from a relatively new friend - a Brazilian lady who has moved into my neighbourhood and starting coming to church. "Do you need any help?" she asked. "I'm not doing anything at the moment and could come round to help you with the packing."
What a relief to have some help for a couple of hours. I'll probably still be up well after midnight again, but it made all the difference to have a bit of help with one of the biggest tasks. Thank you, Lord.
