Piping in the haggis on Burns night. We had a lovely evening here in our communal home, with cockalekee soup, ale pie, tartan veggies, trifle and chocolate haggis – for those who didn’t attempt haggis in its pure form! To our delight we identified our Cameron tartan among the dancers and went over for a chat. The haggis was addressed in Gaelic and duly stabbed.It felt like Father God pleasuring us because He loves us so. He pleasures us in so many ways and we are so deeply thankful.
Sometimes life throws you a curved ball - Jesus, this is what it's done to me right now. But you know as I watch this...