This has been the most horrendous weekend for our family. On Thursday Nathan got sent home from his Apprenticeship.
On Saturday he went to visit his girlfriend in Hull. I had arranged the train trip for him but he missed his connection in Leeds and I had to sort out his catching a bus instead.
Eventually we ourselves set off for Liverpool and an Open Doors meeting launching the Walk with Them campaign. We then went to see my Aunty Mary in her residential home.
After that we saw the Anthony Gormley statues of himself totally naked on a windy beach in Crosby. This was followed by a visit to Tescos in Southport for hamster food and bedding, a pub meal somewhere in West Lancashire and a trip through the city centre of Preston.
On Sunday things didn't improve. Nathan had another bad journey home and got stranded in Leeds. I was due to sing with the Shepherds Choir in Burton-in-Lonsdale but had to hare off to Leeds Station with Audrey to rescue Nathan.
He hadn't enjoyed his visit, and the relationship ended yesterday. So things are falling apart. What a mess.
We are clinging to the promise in Romans 8:28, "All things work together for good for those who love God and are called according to his purpose." We are clinging to it like wreckage in a storm.