My uncle was a quiet child.
Unassuming, unintrusive.
Monosyllabic.
His world was in his head.
He spends money on me like water from a tap.
He worries a lot about my safety.
That reminds me of someone I know.

Church was so interesting.

I walked into the huge cathedral, greeted by the sombre, accented usher and was handed a hymnbook. The little red ones. And I sat upstairs with my uncle and fell into a reverie of awesome wonder because the inside of the church was beautiful. Then I saw the stained glass saints and realised... What if I am in a catholic church?!! No offence, I just wasn't prepared. Turns out I wasn't in one, but the church was so old and so dead, the service so painfully sombre that I was prepared to cut and run. But the Lord stayed me, and I was humbled as He told me to remember that faith manifests in different forms, and this would be as pleasing to the Lord as any other serivce if the seeker so sought. There was not a single person in that church who was younger than 40. I kid you not. And since there were only about 30 people, I checked. It was an interesting experience. The second picture is an old church being torn down. My uncle told me that a lot of churches are closing down because people have stopped going to church. I felt so sombre and pained at the thought. This side of the world has turned to blatant decadence. The newspapers are splashed with the grime of tabloid tongues and meaty steamy snippets of utter trash.

My uncle's hot chocolate. Mine was the same, without marshmallows.

A pram for twins, one boy, one girl.

The Lord is beginning to answer my question about being beautiful. And it begins in romance. Walking home from City Quay, I was telling Him how beautiful His creation was when He began to sing to me, "You are so beautiful to me." I was... in love, in awe! I am, I am in love with my protector. Lion roar! :)

Something weird is happening inside of me. I told the Lord how I was feeling this morning, very anxious about being here alone. But it wasn't hard to cope. I felt as if it was easy, but I was experiencing all the emotions that make it hard. It's very detaching? And I know it's God's way of helping me survive.

I went to see the hospital today. And I can bus there pretty easily, because walking 40 minutes in the cuttingly cold -4 deg wind is really unthinkable. By bussing it I still get to walk, and going home will be a little dodgy, but I can bus to ninewells and catch a ride from the housemate. Now here is the strange thing: I feel more at home here than I do in Perth. The shops, the houses. This is how I always wanted life to be. Ok, so I don't appreciate such short days and such cold people, but I feel as if something in me that has been searching and yearning all this while- my consistent wanderlust, has been satisfied! I don't know why, it all seems to suit me. It is as if my personality was made to live in this place. Maybe I will change my tune in the next few weeks, but for now I feel awfully comfortable and uncomfortable all at once. But Really comfortable. And not very uncomfortable at all.

An alleyway in the city.

Want to visit mecca like a good little pilgrim?
It's actually a casino.
*smirks*
So the Scots have a sense of humour as well.

The initiation of the swiss army knife.
I cut the river island tag off my new scarf.
Throw confetti, people!

Psalm 5: 11-12
11 But let all who take refuge in you be glad;
let them ever sing for joy.
Spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may rejoice in you.
12 For surely, O LORD, you bless the righteous;
you surround them with your favor as with a shield.