London Calling

Recently I found myself praying for patience and then, as an after thought, asking God to give it to me quickly!

This has caused me to wonder. If I pray for patience but am impatient waiting for answer to this prayer, is that wrong? Obviously I am being impatient (and is patience is a virtue I'm picking impatience is not) BUT that was the whole point of my praying for patience in the first place. I've recognised the problem and asked for help, is it really my fault if the answer is slow in coming?

It's hard at a holiday weekend not to think about my family back in New Zealand and feel, even in just a small way, that press of homesickness against my chest. One of the inevitabilities of living on the far side of the world is that you're going to miss your family until you see them again. The other inevitability is that sometimes it can be a year or two before you do.

The recent success of New Zealand in the cricket World Cup (hey we beat England, Kenya and, um, Canada) has meant I have had to field a lot more cricket related discussions within the office. Now I am not anti-cricket by any means, and I do follow it in a vagaue who-have-we-beaten-recently-so-I-can- mock-them-about-it sort of way. The problem is that my office is full of incredibly serious, Wisden-subscribing criket types. So I have had to lift my cricket in cricket-speak, so to speak. And since I believe in sharing, here are my top three tips for talking about cricket (or indeed any sport) and sounding like you know what you're talking about:

I wonder why I worry so much. Some days it seems to be all I do. I get up, I go to work and then I worry about work. Then I get worried because I am worrying so much about work which makes me even more worried because of the level of worry in my life is getting worrying and... oh... get a grip!