Two of the women in my Living Free group were on the encounter at the same time as me; one leading, one participating. In fact, the one in the group who was leading, was the one who followed me for the best part of five miles.

Today, as we were talking, the second woman was explaining something she had felt over that weekend. Into her explanation came the phrase "after C had to go after that other lady".

That "other lady" was me.

Four weeks ago, when this second woman appeared in our group, I was fighting off a panic attack. It took some serious strength and prayer to be able to get back and sit through that session. Today, I laughed it off, with the sort of laugh that said 'oops, that was me' and that was it.

I can't help feeling this is real progress.