Had my last official day with Restore today, although I’m going to continue helping out, without being forcibly encouraged. We had breakfast outside; why don’t we do this every day? Close relationships has to be a priority.
Finished the work we were doing by early afternoon. After giving my opinion about how the church site should be improved, which mainly including slagging of the entirety of the Training Centre, I fulfilled the traditional demand of a Wednesday afternoon Costa trip. Happily, today it wasn’t totally necessary to prevent a mid-week nervous breakdown, but still appreciated.
Jayne got a picture of me while praying, of the angels standing at Heaven’s gates from Revelation 21, in Father’s presence but able to see the people. “The city was was broad and high, with twelve gates guarded by twelve angels.” I asked which gate I was standing at, and he said, “Reuben.” Looked in Genesis for the meaning of his name, which is, “Look, it’s a son!” or, “He has seen my misery.” Starting slightly confused, and finishing completely befuddled, I have no idea what this means.
In the evening, I was able to impart some of my crazy bass skills upon Rob. Hopefully his overall mental wellbeing won’t go into meltdown after such a revelation.