Having a wierd time....

Yesterday we came home from a great summercamp (although we weren't camping) in Vestmannaeyjar - I did some interpeting there, and I think I did ok.

But my house has been some kind of a hospital the last 3 weeks with all of us running high fever and a bad case of the flue. So this month hasn't been the best we've had..... hmmm.

I've been trying to reap what I've been sowing,
but the wind keeps blowing,

ripping my harvest from my hand.
In the middle of summer it seems to be snowing,

every dart evel has at me has been throwing.
But I know the rock on witch I stand.

So if they're going to drown me, I'm going down swimming,

even if my lifeline is fastly thinning,

for I am determent to fight til the end.

Standing firm on the hope of a new beginning,

so try as you may - I'm fed up with sinning,

I'm sailing this boat into land.

So, Satan you can come and knock at my door,

you might even find me crying on the floor.

But even if it'll be the last thing I do,

my Hevenly passport I shove at your face,

slap you if I have to - till you flee this place.

for I see through your lies and know what is true!

At last let me tell you that though I'm now week and small

I will stand again, strong and tall.

And then I won't care what you'll bring up against me.

I tell you that somehow I WILL clime this wall,

even if at times I have to crawl.

And on that day, when I'm back on my feet- you're the one who's gonna run and flee.

Really gotta go sleep now, need to attend two meetings tomorrow and need to be sharp.
But I'd appreciate your prayer.
H&K,

Ella Gitta.