The Boys Retreat

Well, we took the guys from C.I.A. away for the weekend. We went up to Waipu. We had a really good time. The weather proved wonderful, so we went to Lang's Beach and played a bit of touch. Unfortunately I didn't have any shorts, so I had to play in boxer shorts, but don't worry, I had appropriate undercoverings! The touch game was oldies vs youngies. Although promising to thrash us, the youngies failed to deliver in both games, and indeed it was the defence of the oldies that won the day.



We also looked the the first 7 chapters of the purpose driven life. Let's see if I can remember the main points:-

1. It's not about you.

2. You are not an accident.

3. Living on purpose is the path to peace.

4. There is more to life than the here and now.

5. Life is a test and a trust.

6. This world is not my home.

7. It's all for Him.

Failure

I could blame the rain. I could blame my alarm, I could blame the thnikkaman. However, I will lay the blame fully and squarely at the feet of my lack of discipline. Yep. So I have to have cornflakes today. No nice big breakfast. Mind you, I managed to sneak some time in to practise my composition for the concert coming up in October. It's getting there.

Discipline

Jono and I plan to go running tomorrow morning. Last week we went running twice, and planned it 5 times. The evening before it always seems like such a great idea. In the morning, bed seems so warm and comfortable, and the run such a silly idea. The times you make it out though make you feel fantastic. Running in the cool air, through the beautiful native bush in all it's haphazardness, all the while thinking of the number of eggs and how much spaghetti you will consume when you get back. Mmmm. Place your bets now on whether I will make it tomorrow morning. Remember... it will be Monday.

Revisiting the Past

I don't know whether it is a good thing to revisit the past or not, but this afternoon, I did. It was a poignant reminder of how man's plans are often not God's plans. It was also reminded me that trying to do your own thing can lead to so much pain and misery. Scars do not easily leave us, and they still hurt many years after they are made.

Did anyone miss me?

It's been a few days now. Some of you MAY have missed me, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.



Check this. Worth a read anyway.



Also, I regret to announce that Allan's blog has taken a turn for the worse, and is no longer with us. A moment of silence if you please.