One month gone...

Go figure, I finally find myself in front of a computer again and I have writer's block.

Emma says, "how about your talk in church, and the process towards it?"

Yes! I did a talk at church last Sunday. It was terrifying but I'm glad it happened. I say happened as opposed to "I'm glad I did it", because in the end it didn't really matter what I said, just the fact that I said it. I wish I had figured this out before, since I spent the days before fretting about anecdotes and words and whatnots (it was like an essay crisis! in mid summer! eish...). It was a small audience, but afterwards a woman came up to me and said that during the talk she'd felt the final push to start up a church back at home...in some corner of Madagascar's jungle. She said "I'd been so nervous about speaking in public, but if you can stand up there then I can too..."

Internet cafe guy is telling me I'm out of time. Goodbye! All the best!