A Girl in London

Naturally we don't have anything to do with Haloween and trick or treating. We generally just ignore the door bell.
This evening though, everything happened so fast.
Mum was having an ibuprofen and remarking on the size (huge), seconds later she was going red in the face and choking.
So I was wacking her on the back and she was trying to explain that it was stuck half way down and she could breath. Dad was calling for the ambulance and then the doorbell started ringing and again and again it kept on ringing.

I just had a break for a few weeks and now I have joined back with life, but there is still a part of me that just wants a more long term change. Not satisfied.
Wishing I could be more like Paul who learnt to be satisfied whatever his circumstances. I want to be more content and grateful for what God has provided to me.
But surely there is a point when God himself wants you to change things in life. So where is that fine line between being content and making changes in order to be a better servant of Christ?

One of the best and worst aspects of living in London is the anonymity. By that I mean you can go out and no one knows you, no one knows your faults, your mistakes, and that is a good feeling. Almost as though you can re-make yourself everytime you meet someone new.

And with 7 million people in London - the possibilities are endless.

However, these same people who don't know your bad parts, who don't know You, they don't care as much as they would for someone they did know.