Matt has been away for the last week on the National Training Event (NTE) – a massive conference where all the different Christian student groups from around the country get together to train for ministry and then go out and volunteer with local churches. I have had my fair share of NTE’s in the past (digging up this old LJ entry and this one too has made me all happy and nostaligic!) but this is the first time that Matt has left me to go for this long! He is away for 9 nights!
There is only one adjective for describing this week: Weird. It hasn’t really been sad. But it also hasn’t really been happy. It’s just been weird! Weird and unexpectedly tiring. I can’t work out exactly why, but I think it’s a combination of at least some of the following things:
– I am taking advantage of this lonely time to try and catch up with people who I haven’t seen for awhile.
– I didn’t realise how much housework Matt does, and it’s been tiring to do all his work as well as the work I normally do.
– I have to do things like run our fellowship group and pray for and support our group by myself while he’s away.
– I haven’t really been sleeping that well.
– I have had busy work days and worked a little bit overtime.
More writing about my week under the cut. And photos.
Matt and I were late to church on Good Friday morning, but I didn’t mind because our car radio happened to be tuned to Classic FM and we caught the beginning of their transimission of excerpts from Handel’s Messiah. They had started with He Was Despised. Church that morning was excellent. One of the bible readings was the same text that we had just heard sung on the radio – the same text Handel had set to music so long ago. The sermon was very challenging, the singing was uplifting and the people were encouraging. I love going to church for Easter and Christmas because I get to see all the people from the morning, the older people and the children. It’s always good to remember that church is bigger than just the people I meet with on Sunday night.
In the afternoon some friends came over to help me make my eggs for Greek Easter, which fell on the same weekend as regular Easter this year. I had invited a bunch of girls from uni and from church but the uni friends bailed. Oh well. We still had a lovely time!
In the evening we headed up to Katoomba to spend the night with Matt’s family. It was so cold up there, but no one else seemed to notice. Lachlan spent all evening and the next day in a t-shirt and shorts. He’s already had pneumonia one and a half times. He’s totally asking to get it again. The boys spent most of Saturday trying to pull down a tree in the back yard and Sandra and I sat in the sunshine watching for a couple of hours. It was a really lovely morning to be outside, just chilling with family. The day ended with dinner with an old friend 🙂
Sunday began as an exciting flurry of events. We dropped off eggs for all our neighbours and headed to my parent’s place for our delicious Greek Easter lunch. Sadly my allergies started kicking in and I spent most of the afternoon either in sneezing fits or asleep. How frustrating! We were about to leave to go on a holiday! Being sick is lame!
I prodded myself into going to church that evening, and although I was very uncomfortable and didn’t really pay much attention to anything that happened, the actual experience of being sick at Easter turned out to be pretty encouraging. The joy of worshipping a resurrected Lord, and the hope of restored humanity with no death, disease or sickness are both pretty exciting when you can’t breathe properly and your face feels like it is swollen to twice its usual size. Hooray for Jesus’ resurrection!! Hooray that we will share in it too!!
“He is not here. He is risen.”
(c.f. Luke 24:6)
The next three days were a wonderful break from work. We took my parent’s canoe away to the Kangaroo Valley and spent the time floating around on the river and the dam, driving along windy country roads, reading, embroidering and watching old Scrubs episodes. It was probably the most relaxing holiday I have ever taken.
Matt was cleaning out his inbox and found an email I sent him in mid 2006, after we’d been going out for a month or two. It was an alphabet. It was so much fun to read again and bring back lovely and hilarious memories.
I have hidden it behind a cut, to hide it from people who don’t want to read anything soppy.
A present for Matthew
I’m sitting and waiting at Central station, waiting for Matthew and a Katoomba train.
I like portable internet.
I hate that I’m supposed to be using it to write a report.
Uni is making me tired. Why is it still going!?