One week.

That's all it is. One week until I reach my destination of the United Kingdom. I'm excited to see all my family and friends, to taste my Dad's cooking, to smell the air of the countryside, to hear my brother's laugh, to chat with my Mum & sister, to play Tennis, to share what has been happening since I left, to listen to the stories that I have missed, to engage in worship with my home Church, to take country walks with old friends and to experience how God has been moving in Mayfield.

There is so much that I desire to share. I have many dreams that the Lord has placed on my heart. Dreams that will change the course of my life forever. When I return I will voice what the Lord has proclaimed over my life.

I want to leave you with a song that speaks powerful lyrics that spur me on.

'Tears of the Saints'

"There are many prodigal sons

On our city streets they run

Searching for shelter

There are homes broken down

People's hopes have fallen to the ground

From failures

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints

For the lost and unsaved

We're crying for them come back home

We're crying for them come back home

And all Your children will stretch out their hands

And pick up the crippled man

Father, we will lead them home

Father, we will lead them home

There are schools full of hatred

Even churches have forsaken

Love and mercy

May we see this generation

In its state of desperation

For Your glory

This is an emergency!

There are tears from the saints

For the lost and unsaved

We're crying for them come back home

We're crying for them come back home

And all Your children will stretch out their hands

And pick up the crippled man

Father, we will lead them home

Father, we will lead them home

Sinner, reach out your hands!

Children, in Christ you stand!

Sinner, reach out your hands!

Children, in Christ you stand!

There are tears from the saints

For the lost and unsaved

We're crying for them come back home

We're crying for them come back home

And all Your children will stretch out their hands

And pick up the crippled man

Father, we will lead them home

Father, we will lead them home"

-Leeland

May the Lord bless you and keep you.