Mystery solved
Ed took my car down to the garage today and they’ve just rung to say it’s fixed. So why do I feel so sceptical and think cynically to myself, ‘Huh! Oh yeah?’ It’s called lack of faith.
Had a phone call yesterday from the lady whose son had so tragically died. Apparently he’d suffered from depression all his life and took an overdose. Seemed to be recovering in hospital, but just as he was about to be discharged, inexplicably died. Terrible shock for them all, especially his wife of just two years.
His mother had wanted to see me to ask me to pray for him. So I am, for him and the whole family – your thoughts and prayers would be much appreciated.