Life at home

Well, I've not posted for a bit, and now I'm at home and feel I could write an essay.

I love to come home, it's an amazing blessing to see my family. I have two beautiful nieces, who thanks to the wonders of digital photography will shortly be appearing here. It's great to see my sister, brother in law, and my parents who have done more for me than I could ever write down.

And now, almost a year after I came home for my Grandpa's funeral, I've come home to find my Grandad has cancer. They've removed the primary tumour from the colon, but there are secondaries in the liver and spleen. It's not good.

These are the strange days, the days where it's tempting to weigh up the blessings and the hardships in life and try to work out whether things are going well or badly. It's hard, so many things to consider. And these are the days when it pays to listen to Paul, when he says that he considers the suffering of this would not worth comparing the glory to come.

Is that enough? On Monday that was fine, today it's hard.