Hustling hordes & miracles

Normally wild horses wouldn't drag me into the town centre on a Saturday in December. But today I ran the gauntlet of Petergate and made it through to attend a dedication service at church.

Young Josiah is a bit of a miracle baby; his mum was extremely poorly a few years ago. In fact we all thought we were likely to lose her. Her survival and continued good health is miracle enough, but when she and her husband conceived it was truly amazing.

So it was with a full and grateful heart that I joined with a goodly number of friends and family to give thanks for him. Squeezing through a few Christmas shoppers was a price I was more than willing to pay.