In November 2010 many houses in our village flooded. The commune has since caused extensive work on the little stream which flows under the main road. We seem to have had a year of mud. The grassy glade under these trees is now an ocean of mud. I usually wear sensible shoes, whether I am walking or riding the bike to the farm for the milk. The thought of slipping off into that mud as I traverse the narrow ex-path between the ex-forest and the brook does not appeal to me. The Girl Guide (Scout) in me is not dormant. I am prepared. Elegance is left at home for the journey even though most ladies in the village wear what I would refer to as "town shoes".
I am prepared for the mud. Am I also prepared to open my mouth, put my foot in it and share the faith that I have in Jesus?
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