A rare Saturday prayer time, Lord! However, another small emergency has cropped up! As you well know (I’m not sure why I feel the need to explain things to you that you already know about!) Andrew’s best friend and best man, Cameron, has called to say he is moving back to New Zealand and was just wondering if he could come and stay with us until he gets settled.
Of course Andrew said yes. What else could he say? But Lord, I feel like he just invited Trouble to come and stay. What with Cameron’s terrible childhood and hugely dysfunctional family, he’s a man with a lot of baggage. I asked Andrew what has prompted Cameron to give up his glitzy Sydney life and come back to little old New Zealand, but Andrew never asked. I can’t help but be curious.
I’m not sure how I will cope, Lord. It’s not that I don’t like Cameron, but he’s just sort of dangerous around the edges, and apart from the fact that it will mean more work for me, I suspect it will also mean less help from Andrew.
Still, as I say, what else could Andrew do? Thankfully he doesn’t arrive for another three weeks. I pray you would help me use that time to get organised and prepared. How on earth he’ll cope with the children I don’t know. I can’t think of anyone less paternal – except perhaps Andrew’s cold father.
Better stop there, Lord, before I start writing things I shouldn’t.
Amen.