The value of sleep

The end of another overwhelming week sends me back to the blog and try and make some sense of it all. The highlight of the week is the progression of the hall project and the arrival of the lighting posts on the square. They are very big! When you chose these things they are three centimetres tall and in a catalogue. They arrive five metres tall and nearly as big as the hall. There are a forest of them too, I think there may be some noisy discussion about them… well at least they make the trees look small.
The depth of the week came when I took a funeral of a young man who had ended his own life. Thursday lunchtime saw hundreds of people of all ages packed the church as all of us felt the weight of what had happened. There was no anger, there was little despair, there was a lot of love. We listened to his friends, we heard his music and we found comfort in the passage from Romans that tells us… “nothing can separate us from the love of God” not even I declared what we do to ourselves or what is done to us.
By three o’clock I was home and turning grey, by the time Catherine was home I was despatched to bed to sleep for twelve hours. The exhaustion came from sheer emotion and trying to carry a community in it’s grief.
A better day today, it's amazing what sleep can do. Talking of which it's time for bed.