

Each new day began with this prayer at Windsor House Academy, the private school I founded in the early seventies, in Kempton Park, South Africa. The Lord's prayer then followed; said alternately, on succeeding days, in English and Afrikaans, because it was a bi-lingual (not 'dual-medium') school.
We used the Book of Common Prayer version for the opening prayer - retaining the words 'Hid', 'Thee', 'Thy', and so on, but, to this day, although the prayer has been updated - and those teenagers have grown into men and women, many with children of their own - I see those young faces before me, and, as I recite it in church, I send up prayers for them, and bless them in my heart.
I feel very sure that they can all do with prayer - especially those left behind in the country of my birth, which is in such turmoil - but I am assuredly the one most in need of having the 'thoughts of my heart' cleansed by the inspiration of His Holy Spirit!
I think that is was for this reason that I was led to start this blog. No matter how hard I try to shake them off, I allow far too many things to 'get' to me, and I guess it serves as a form of catharsis to let off steam in a blog. - Is that why so many people become bloggers?