A quick post and I probably won't write again until after this happens (because I am basically bricking it and unable to sit still, let alone string a sentence together). BUT... next week I see the DDO for the first time. I'm rather in shock as my Vicar was sure I wouldn't be able to see him for some time. I think I suggested after Christmas. So 4 days after seeing my Vic, yes thats 4 DAYS, 4, not 2 months as I had hoped but 4 bloomin' days, the DDO calls me. right in the middle of my sons birthday party. So, the first time I speak to the man who is going to have rather a large say in my vocation (although not so big as God admittedly), I am surrounded by over excited 7 year old boys wielding pointy sticks and poking them in the chocolate fountain. (don't ask, it wasn't my idea...). I am also surrounded by relatives who have not been enlightened yet about my calling. (must get around to that...). So when I realise who is on the phone I run upstairs to escape the noise and chaos, resulting in heavy breathing down the phone. I then have to run back down and then upstairs to get my diary. Brilliant. So the DDO now has the impression of a slightly over excited heavy breathing loony coming to meet him next week. I, meanwhile, am wondering what on earth I am doing.
Those around me who know what is going on seem to be totally unsurprised by the whole thing. I, on the other hand, am quietly going round the bend....
Funny thing is, last weekend someone said to me, you know I think God is going to accelerate this process, it's going to really speed up. Which of course I completely ignored, because I am relying on the snails pace of the CofE here to get my head straight.
So, by this time next week I either will or won't be taking the first steps to Vicardom. Maybe he will think that the first impression of the heavy breathing loony is spot on and kick me out there and then. Maybe, on the other hand, he won't. In which case at the very least I will get a whole new sphere of blogging material... ;)