… in the right place and time
When I moved into the institution where I was to be undertaking what turned out to be nearly the hardest job of my life, I was unpacking books and boxes, when, quite out of the blue, I was visited by a very strong sense that this was the place where I was supposed to be and this was the job that I was supposed to be doing.
At that stage I hadn’t worked out what a dysfunctional institution it was or how difficult things were going to be. God was there, telling me to stick at it when I had not yet grasped that there might be a temptation to pull out, and I am grateful for that. I needed it.