6/8 – Day 16: Scotland continued

The taxi took me to the Thistle Hotel where Europcar has their office. There the dear lady behind the counter was having a hard day and I was very thankful for the improvements in my internal grace-levels through your prayers – I don’t know if I would have been able to feed her on the fruit of the Spirit if I did not receive that grace. After about 30minutes of complicated red-tape I had the key and found the little gray Nissan Micra in the rain outside.
I still had no idea ‘what now?’ So the Lord my God stuck to his promise to take hold of my right hand and to help me as he said in the morning (Isa 41:13). And through getting myself twisted in a complicated net of one-ways I ended up in the parking-lot of a local super-market. In there I managed to replace my UK map I had lost with all my papers and get some food that could last me a little while in the car. Retail therapy normally doesn’t really do anything for me, but this big bright place with the mountains of fruit and high mg Vitamin C tablets and a map for 79pence made me happy (I guess I was still on the upward curve from your prayer injection).

Back in the car park I ate the lunch I bought watching the rain on the windshield and looking at the map of Scotland. I had the feeling I should head back north: that the Lord wasn’t done up there. So I got myself oriented, picked up a stone from Inverness and made my way to John O’ Groats in the north-eastern corner of Scotland.

The rain stopped soon as I drove north and I stopped regularly along the way to take pictures of the beauty around me. At one point when I drove through a little town and saw the buckets of flowers outside the windows I said to myself: ‘I can’t believe I’m actually here.’ And suddenly with an electric jolt it was as if a part of my soul that was still bobbing out there on the northern Atlantic connected with my body again. Where the grace levels had been at -8 when I reached Inverness they were now crossing the 0 point into 3 and 4 and I was actually approaching happiness again.

At John O’ Groats I took many pictures of the Orkneys and the beautiful fields, but spiritually I wondered around aimlessly and when I left I forgot to take a stone. Then I went to Dunnet Head, the northern most tip of the big island called Britain. Here the Lord reminded me about the ‘kisses at the ends of the Earth’ and I felt a surge of worship jump through me like a lightning bolt. I started feeling a deep peace about everything ad I looked at the golden evening sun dancing in the windy grass. I remembered to take a stone.

It was about 7pm and I started feeling that I will spend the night at a B&B and see what the Lord would do about believers from there. I decided to continue driving westward along the northern cost until 9pm and find a B&B where I get to. So the place where I stopped was Starthy. Here I found a quaint little B&B with a hobbitish couple (in personality rather that size and they were not barefoot).

After some small-talk and coffee with some other guests I went to my room. I sent my mother an SMS to explain to her how to help me find the contact details for the Scottish prayer network someone had sent me before I left SA. Then I fell asleep staring at the flowered wall-paper.