On Saturday I was pleased that our grade of cricket was called off because of the high temperature. That all change about 1.30pm when I looked out our front door and saw a huge ploom of billowing smoke to the south. My heart sank, and my stomach churned. The telephone rang about 5.30pm, and now it's Friday at 6.30am. I guess that I should sit down at some stage and work through that time and what has eventuated.
Psalms 63:1 (NIV)
O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
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Brian,
I've thought and prayed for you and the Gippsland team often in the last few days.
Peter
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