Booked the time off ages ago. Fits in with the Easter break. Nowhere booked. We kind of have no money.
Asked around in an impersonal way. Nada.
We wait. Still nothing.
Monday morning comes. A new week and as we launch into it Angie fires a prayer saying: it's in your hands. I was resigned to a stay-cation.
It was a long day. Endless meetings and preparation. As the eve draws in we close with a prayer. Angie then shoots to prepare for an Easter party. I go to sit down and before my bum hits the cushion the phone rings. I answer. Someone says "You're going on holiday. We've arranged for you to go to Cononley."
I gasp. Hardly expressive of the feelings erupting and just blurt a tired yet poignant word of gratitude.
Angie gets back. I say we're going on holiday and explain the sequence. She says: I prayed for that just this morning.
Amen.
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