Waiting for a plane from Brussels back to Heathrow. It's now 7:30 and the plane leaves at 9:30. What to do in an airport, I've looked at the shops, had food and a beer, even got the RayBans I was thinking on. Right now I'm stuck, two hours to go. I tried sitting here and talking to God, I just can't get with it. If I dedicate this blog to praying... Will it count? Time has stopped, I know it's not really but that's how it feels, I suppose I'm missing home and family. The boy has been on my mind today. I need to hand over the future for him and us to the Lord. I can't control it, I can't fix it. Sitting here all your thoughts race by. Time stops still, you see I keep saying it. Two minutes has passed since I began writing. The Belgian beer I bought better last the two hours. What about this time with God, Lord do you hear, I'm sure you do. I know you're in my life, with me all the time, putting me right. I should listen more, read more, maybe ...