When I last gazed out of the rear of the plane, all I saw was miles and miles of sand, dry rivers marking the landscape like veins running into the horizon. I am a few thousand feet above Africa and wanderlust has awakened inside me. I am on a great adventure…
After our brief treat of flying business class from London to Amsterdam, we’re back in economy and about half way through our ten-hour flight to Johannesburg. We’ve talked about books, films, friends, adventures, dreams and utterly superficial frippery. We’ve snoozed, watch mediocre Rom-Coms, read most of our books (“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower comes” “I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more Toto”) and smiled sweetly at stewardesses. In my experience it can’t hurt to keep them onside. You never know when they might sneak you an extra packet of peanuts.
My anticipation is increasing as our destination nears and I’m growingly feeling like the next seven days may be quite significant. We’re in Hatfield in the north ‘til Sunday meeting Adam ‘the cowboy’ Cox and the lovely Dave and Molly Blackwell. Pete’s speaking five times in three days (lucky he’s got the gift of the gab) and I’m doing a seminar on 24-7Prayer.
Sunday we fly to Cape Town to meet with the Global Day of Prayer planning team and many of the guys and gals that have been running 24-7 Prayer Rooms this side of the hemisphere. I’m eager to enjoy each moment, take every opportunity, make every friend I can, hear many people’s stories and move at every opportunity to learn God gives me. Tonight I will be making the most of my bed, three hours sleep isn’t the best start to a busy week but that’ll soon be remedied when my head hits that pillow. Mmmmm can’t wait ☺ xc