Today my project team and I commenced packing up our office for a physical relocation next Monday. Although moving buildings is just an administrative glitch in our timeline, it does afford a physical reminder of reaching the end of the year and marks a transition to a new organisational structure. In conjunction with the physical packing I decided to audit my electronic filings on both email and hard drive. Going over twelve month's worth of product and determining what is worthy of keeping and what is not required at all (should it ever have been kept) provided a reminder of the journey we have undertaken this year. And in the light of current frustrations at the amount of work ahead of us it was timely to reflect on how much we have achieved.

Last night Adrian spoke about worship and remembering what God has done in the past. An auditing of His blessings, patience, discipline and love would serve well to remind us of the potential for the challenges ahead if we continue to allow Him to work in our lives. Just as reflecting on the work already done gives a sense of achievement and a confidence in tackling the next task to come along, so too a comfort is gained from remembering God's past attentions and drawing strength from the possibility of His future presence.

Like returning to an old childhood neighbourhood, there are vestiges of familiarity that convict me of my neglect. Failure to catch up with old friends, discarding part of my background not out of choice or shame, but rather caused by the distractions of busyness and the pathetic quenching of a writer's desire. Can I ignore this inner voice any longer? I fear my silence would testify to laziness and apathy.

I hope to visit soon for a longer stay. Suffice to say you are missed and I hope to have something meaningful to offer when next I call.