The last week went by in a rush.  Its like time had a flight to catch, caught it and flew away.
So much has happened. 
The two meets i wanted to attend and didnt know about graciously accepted my proposals though late by two weeks,  which was amazing. 
Then I drowned myself in filling enough jars for the visitor to marvel at, all the while painfully aware i am behind in preparing for my conferences but I didn't want to do the preparation at work so i gave it a rest. 

If i got too tired and my back was sore i sat with the Bible in hand and just read.  Pored over every word comprehending,visualising, trying to bring a 3 dimensional image in my head that i could verbalise to children.... 

All the while unaware of all the poisonous snakes circling close.... 

The snakes that i fed milk to daily,  the ones that I let survive were eyeing and praying my six foot frame fall with a thud for them to prey over my carcass. 

The axe was being sharpened.

The thread tested. 

The block of wood in place. 

Saturday the vulture called saying "there are complaints against you." im sure you cant be more ambiguous even if you tried harder. 

The stage was set.  My neck n the block.  The axe with its glinting blade newly sharpened hanging a few feet above from a delicate thread... 

Hope for the best.  Prepare for the worst.