Another Sunday has been here and gone. How was
your Lord's Day, my friends? May you who love the Lord find delight and
peace in one another's presence, face to face.
Adi told me he missed the "Sodd meetings". For a moment I was puzzled, "Sodd meetings?" "Sodd meetings, whereby we would have Sodd and share God's Words." Oh, I missed them so, too.
But it is only for a while that we part, for this thought soothes our
pain, that we shall still be joined in heart, and hope to meet again.
Come over for a sort of British meal. Baked potatoes with butter and
grated cheddar, thick pork sausages, watercress spinach ruccula
peashoots & cherry tomatoes for salad. Olive oil is essensial.
Who does not hope, to know and understand her strangest passion. Where she grips at all labours, and always the heaviest plight. When at once she grasps, all pleasures and the daintiest delight. Who has the sense, to belong and grow in her fittest portion.