Survived!

Just a short note to let you know I am alive. And well - physically, at least. The rugby was disappointing, and I did cry myself to sleep. But that is between you and me, OK?

Since Sunday I've gone shopping in the largest shopping centre in the Southern Hemisphere. It was beautiful. And yes, I did buy stuff. But I'm not telling you what any of it is...

I also went to Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens for an afternoon with many people. We had a picnic for someones birthday. It was a beautiful setting, which my photo's don't do justice - I became obsessed with avian life running around the grounds, and forget about the trees, grasses and flowers. Still, if you like Guinea Fowl - the ugliest birds I've ever seen, next to vultures and certain girl-band members - and South African ducks (which are so much more healthier looking that their scrawny British cousins) then you'll enjoy the photo link below:

Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens

There is also the curious image of my friend riding a stone leopard in broad daylight. Yes, there was people around. Yes, we did get funny looks. No, I wasn't embarrassed. In one week, I'm coming home and will never see most of these anonymous bystanders ever again...

Last night we had a prayer meeting, which was a fantastic time, and very different to the agenda-driven styles of prayer meetings I've become accustomed to. There was no agenda and no prayer list - even though we all had needs and wants. We just worshipped. That was it. And we waited for the presence of God, who inevitably came. It was a powerful time, as God ministered us as we waited on Him. Inevitably, we started sharing words for one another, and one guy shared something so on the button, it was amazing. He summed up the last two years of my life, and everything that God has been saying to me about my future since I've been in South Africa. He didn't know any details past or present whatsoever, but God spoke so powerfully to me through him. Honestly, it was one of the best prayer meetings I've ever been to. And not just because of the prophetic word. I mean due to the sense of the presence of God, and His tangible love and kindness that just filled the room. Wow!

Tonight I'm going to something called Moya, which I am told is a buffet of traditional African meats and foods, eaten whilst watching a number of traditional African dancers perform. I'm sure it will be amazing, and you can be guaranteed I'll take more photographs.

Only one more week to go!

Currently listening to: Finley Quaye/William Orbit - Dice