I rode my bike to work without gloves for the first time this year. That's all.

I don't know if it's the sick feeling I'm getting as a result of the impending war my country is taking part in or what, but I just want to be back in Australia with my family and friends. Maybe I'm just looking for comfort during a bad time. At the moment I have this sense that my work overseas is done, if it was ever going anywhere in the first place. I feel like I could make a better difference in the world building communities and churches and places of learning in Australia, rather than pursuing shelfish travel and work goals. I hope that I can get over this feeling and try to make a difference wherever I am in the world. One does tend to feel helpless and small when world affairs are overwhelmingly unjust and sad. I pray there will be minimal blood shed as praying for peace now seems hopeless to say the least.

Last night we had a really good prayer meeting at Mark and Jules. We discussed the meaning and method of prayer and did some readings and praying. There are some really inteligent and well read people in the Internation Church of Lund, it is great to be a part of it.

I had a great chat with Dad on Saturday. He said something I hadn't heard in a long time. We were talking about my future career choices and he said, "what ever you do, aim high." This had become a bit of a cliché, but I hadn't heard it for so long, plus there is of course some value in clichés otherwise they wouldn't become clichés, I guess. So, I will take that advice to heart and not undersell myself. I will use it to motivate myself to get the most out of life that I can. Thanks Dad.