Monthly Archives: November 2015

Fighting for joy …when anxiety gets too much. 

As I sit on my floor (yes, I do a lot of floor-sitting, I’m not really sure what this says about me!), looking at the ridiculous amount of stuff crowding my bedroom floor and watching the rain pelt down at my window, I am so tempted to start panicking. Or at least crying. I mean I know that moving to London is going to be so much easier than moving to France (I don’t have to change banks for a start!), and I’m so thankful that my dad has kindly offered to drive me and my stuff (don’t worry, he will get a great Christmas present). But as I was praying this morning I felt completely overwhelmed. And it’s all pretty stupid really. My anxieties over finding a house and a job have been solved ridiculously quickly in ways better than I could have ever asked or imagined. And yet the fears still come: what if I can’t do my job? What if I get lost? What if I hate London? I’m very aware that most of these are very unlikely (aside from getting lost!) but still they press in. A couple of days ago I read psalm 106 and honestly it could be a story of my life. I am so prone to forgetting the goodness of God. As I read through the psalm I thought “God how did you not give up on your people?!” They were so quick to forget his goodness:

“When our ancestors were in Egypt, they gave no thought to your miracles; they did not remember your many kindnesses, and they rebelled by the sea, the Red Sea.

Yet he saved them for his name’s sake, to make his mighty power known. He rebuked the Red Sea, and it dried up; he led them through the depths as through a desert. He saved them from the hand of the foe; from the hand of the enemy he redeemed them.

The waters covered their adversaries; not one of them survived. Then they believed his promises and sang his praise. 

But they soon forgot what he had done and did not wait for his plan to unfold.” (Psalm 106:7-13).

The psalmist continues in this way with mentions of the Israelites exchanging their glorious God for an image of a bull, and notes that they forgot the God who saved them. They didn’t believe his promises or obey him. 

At this point if you’re like me, you must be despairing with these people. How can they be so quick to forget and so slow to remember?! Well I know that I am very much like them and that if it weren’t for the grace of God, I would be totally lost. Thankfully God doesn’t treat his people as we think he should; instead he listens to them, and because of his great love he shows them mercy. 

As I was worrying this morning I thought: “I wish I could hire someone to do my worrying for me” and then I remembered that I don’t need to worry because God cares for me! He is already looking out for me and providing for me and I trust that whatever he chooses to do in my life will be for his glory, to make me more like Jesus. So I need to just stop worrying, to cast my cares on Jesus…and actually pack. 

Until next time,

Helen. 

Fighting for joy…and marvelling at the next chapter 

As I sit inside my bedroom by my heater (yes it’s cold and wet again), I have the biggest smile on my face. In fact I haven’t stopped smiling all day. Yesterday I even did a little jumping up and down à la sarah in love actually in the toilets. And why may you ask?!

Because, ladies and gentlemen, after almost four months of unemployment, I have a job.

And really I have to marvel at God’s timing. It’s just before Christmas. Just before the job centre start to ask me to sign on every week. And just after my latest check up with my doctor (who is impressed with me). I have been completely overwhelmed with the many messages asking me to meet up for tea/brunch/ dinner/wine (I approve of all 4) and I’m so excited that the prayer I prayed from the top of the shard back in June is finally coming true. I’m not going to lie, it’s been a horrific week in world news and I’ve struggled a lot. But God has been very gracious in giving me this good news for such a time as this. And it’s conveniently come just as my church in Cardiff finishes a series on Genesis 3. Now I just need to find somewhere to live and actually move to London!

Until next time,

Helen.

Ps. I’m not disclosing full details of my new job (eek!) on here so if you want to ask me privately what I will be doing, be my guest. It basically involves sport and people. Meaning I get to talk about rugby…a lot. 😀

Pps. Below is the prayer I wrote and prayed yesterday before my interview. Little did I know how quickly it would be answered!

  

Fighting for joy…and trusting in God’s plan 

I can’t actually believe that it’s only been five days since I wrote my last blog update on my life, so much has happened! To the extent that I actually found myself thinking yesterday morning “it’s probably a good thing that the rugby isn’t on, I probably wouldn’t be able to watch it!” Of course I will feel a massive hole in my life later on this afternoon but I have plenty of work to be getting on with which brings me nicely to the subject of this post…trusting God.

Like I said, this week has been incredibly busy and tiring (and I did spend Wednesday feeling completely drained as a result). Some things have been fun (I loved being able to go to the fireworks this year (including my first mulled wine of the season), breakfast with Tim, cooking dinner for Harriet, spending the morning talking about my beloved Paris and meeting up with my darling Kate after four months were all terrific). Others have been not as fun. The seven hour national express journey being one of them. The group interview being another. And finally, breaking down on Wednesday afternoon.

Now the reason for my breakdown was very simple: I was overtired and overwhelmed. I had been to London and back the day before for a group interview and felt drained. It didn’t help that I had basically undergone every emotion possible on the coach journey home. From my perspective, the interview did not go well. I dislike group interviews intensely and felt pretty rubbish afterwards. So much so that the last leg of my journey was spent listening to Taylor and trying to convince myself to “shake it off” (I kid you not). And then on Wednesday morning I found out that I had made it through to the second round and so disappointment was replaced by elation. As I thought it all through Wednesday afternoon the uncertainty and tiredness hit me. I’ve been through the whole feeling excited about a new job/moving to London followed by crushing disappointment before and it is so difficult to trust God in it again. I have no idea what the outcome of Monday will be. 

And when I think about what I might have to do following Monday’s outcome, I just want to crawl under my duvet and hide. I might get offered a job in which case I will have to make a decision (ugh) and try and find a place to live and pack up my life again. I might be offered neither job in which case it will be back to the drawing board again.

But in all this I trust in the God of Romans 28 who promises to use all things for my good and his glory. I don’t know why God is giving me these interviews at this time in London. Maybe it is to give me a job. Maybe it’s to show me the skills that he’s given me and to encourage me to place my confidence and trust in him. Maybe it’s that he just wants me to meet new people who don’t yet know Jesus. Maybe it’s partly to encourage dear friends like Kate. Maybe it’s to show me that in every trial he can be trusted. Whatever his reasons are, I know that ultimately he will use this time to make me like Jesus. And so I will fight for joy…and trust in his plan.

Until next time,

Helen.

Fighting for joy…when you’re in full time ministry in a country that’s not your own: an interview with Natalie Jones

On today’s blog post I’m very excited to be interviewing my dear friend Natalie! We were actually put in touch by a mutual friend about two years ago and since then we have become firm friends! Natalie was in Paris with me (we used to meet up to pray once a month for our churches, the city and country!). She’s also recently moved back to the UK and so I thought it would be fun to interview her and see what she had to say about her time in Paris, and to encourage my readers who are either in a country that isn’t their own, or full time ministry, or both!

Me: So Natalie, where do you come from, what do you do, and can you please tell us one random fact about yourself?

Natalie: Hi Helen! I come from a town in the Midlands called Nuneaton but I often tell people Warwickshire instead because it sounds a little more fancy (Jodie always tells me off). Up until July this year I was the Children’s, Youth and Student Worker at Saint Michael’s Church, Paris but I’ve recently moved back to the UK and living in Yorkshire. One random fact…I love drinking cups of tea with you. It’s much overdue though we must arrange something soon. Sorry, i’m getting side-tracked.

Me: So you’ve just moved to Harrogate. As my readers know (if they’ve been paying attention), before that you were in Paris. Why?

Natalie: I was in Paris working for Saint Michael’s where I was responsible for everyone under 35 (approximately!). I organised activities for our children and young people’s groups, our student group and during my second year Saint Michael’s began to work closely with other English-speaking churches in and around Paris. 

Me: What would you say youth and children’s ministry looks like in Paris? Is it different to the UK at all?

Natalie: This area of ministry (in an English-speaking context) in Paris looks like a big challenge! It looks like people travelling from far away to come to church. It looks like other activities and events clashing and taking priority. It requires a lot of patience and dedication because there are times when you don’t feel like you’re getting anywhere or achieving anything. The biggest difference to that of the UK is that the church is targeting a specific group of people – English-speaking. 

Me: What were the things you loved?

Natalie: There are so many things that I loved about this role. I loved creating new events that Saint Michael’s had never done before, like a Holiday Club and student retreats. I loved seeking what God wanted for this ministry and then living it out – like unity between us and other churches. The Anglophone Youth event that we named FUSION was such a wonderful experience. It reached young people who had never seen church in this way and showed them how exciting it can be. It also encouraged people to step forward into leadership roles which was fantastic to see. 

Me: What were the struggles and challenges? (This can be of ministry, living in France, anything!)

Natalie: Challenges, challenges – communicating effectively in French, being far from close family and friends and the French bureaucracy. 

Me: What do you think the future might look like for youth and children’s work in France?

Natalie: I believe the future of these ministries lies in the English-speaking churches working together to encourage children and young people that there is a reason to follow God and trust in Jesus. Like many others, France is tough nation to be a Christian and church leaders need to pray and seek God’s wisdom.

Me: Why have you moved back to the UK?

Natalie: I moved back to the UK really only for one reason – to follow my calling and work with young people. After studying at Oasis College in London for Youth Work and Ministry Grad Dip I felt certain this was the area that God was calling me into. My crazy move to Paris was filled with wonderful experiences working cross-church in several different areas but not specifically youth ministry. It was a really difficult decision because I adore Paris and I had a great community all around me. I guess that sometimes you just need to take risks and do what you won’t regret.  

Me: At some point in ministry, we all feel like giving up. What do you do when you feel like that? How do you keep fighting for joy?

Natalie: How do I keep fighting for joy? Tough question. Helen, you’re so good at making me think! In all honesty, I believe that joy is a fruit of the spirit and if we’ve asked God to come and make his home in us then we can continually have the joy of the Lord. Of course, day to day it is not always that easy and so remembering that there is a difference between happiness and joy often really helps me. It is impossible for us to always be happy but we can always have a deep resounding joy inside. 

On a even more practical note, I’d encourage your readers to pray that God will give you something every day that makes you joyful. Just yesterday, I was coming out of the gym and I held a door open for an elderly lady. Literally held the door. Nothing special at all. Her words shocked me, ‘You are unique’ she said. ‘Girls today can be really scary, and have such attitudes but you’re really special – thank you’. I was blown away. I hadn’t done anything outstanding or extraordinary but to this lady it was more than she needed or expected. It left me longing for more experiences where I can see God working through me – overflowing joy is the result. 

Me: Lastly, I’m sure some of my readers will want to pray for you having read this. How can we be praying for you?

Natalie:  I would really appreciate prayer for everything here in Harrogate as I settle into a new role. It’s a beautiful place so if you’ve never visited you definitely should. Please pray for me to find people with who I can be myself around and share life with. Please also pray for the young people that I’m working with that they come to know Jesus and have a longing for a deeper relationship with Him. Finally, that Helen and I can meet up soon. Ta muchly! 

Thank you so much dear Natalie for your time and incredible insight. Harrogate, you’re very privileged to have her!

Until next time,

Helen.

  

Fighting for joy: lessons learnt from the Rugby World Cup

So as I sit here feeling uninspired and trying to prepare for my interview tomorrow, I thought instead that I would blog to get my brain working. As you must have noticed, whether you like the game or not, the Rugby World Cup is indeed now over. Considering that during a six week tournament I only blogged about it once (here) I thought it was only fitting that I should look back and see what we can learn. Whether you’re like me and despairing at the thought of rugby free weekends (and counting down the days til the six nations starts), or whether you’re breathing a sigh of relief, I still think there are life lessons that we all can learn. 

Lesson number 1:

Rugby is better than football. 

Ok so maybe this isn’t the most surprising lesson but it’s definitely true. Now before I make my point let me say that I LOVE football. I adore my three teams (Liverpool, Swansea and Cardiff) and I’m thrilled that Wales have qualified for Euro 2016. I have even shed tears whilst watching England play. However, rugby is infinitely better. Firstly, it’s ten minutes shorter which means there tends to be more of a sense of urgency to get scoring. Secondly, it never ends 0-0. Thirdly, it is a dangerously passionate game. I’m overgeneralising here but a lot of footballers spend their time looking for ways to make it look like they’re injured, rugby players carry on playing with blood streaming down their faces. Think of Dan Biggar’s disbelief at being taken off because he might have had concussion at the end of Wales’s quarter final! Rugby players (especially the Welsh) tend to play rugby as if it’s war. And fourthly, they show wonderful respect to the referee, the officials and each other. Football is constantly about players and managers arguing with the referee and often getting sent off because they wouldn’t shut up. In rugby, the referee is listened to. There has been such wonderful sportsmanship throughout this competition, between the players and fans and it’s been beautiful to see. And finally, two words: Dan Carter. I can’t think of any football players who are anywhere near as attractive as him. 

Lesson number 2: 

Don’t write anyone off. Ever.

One of the many reasons this tournament was so exciting was that no one quite knew what would happen next. On paper, Japan should never have beaten South Africa. Wales should never have reached the Quarterfinals with so many injuries. England should have won against Wales having been 10 points ahead three times in the game (sorry to my English readers). And even the champions didn’t look that impressive in the group stages. But this is an important lesson for life, especially for Christians. The Bible is full of stories of God using people who didn’t look like much to do great things for him. David was just a shepherd boy, Joseph was beaten up and left for dead by his brothers, Jonah ran away, Elijah had severe depression, Mary was a nobody, Paul persecuted the church and Peter was a fisherman who denied knowing his best friend. Even Jesus, the greatest Saviour, is described as having “no beauty or majesty to attract us to him” (Isaiah 53:2). And yet God used them all. I think this World Cup has challenged me massively to try to see people as who they could be. I know I see myself as weak and fragile and yet because of Jesus I know I’m truly beautiful and that God will use me to do more than I could ever ask or imagine. I know I need to step out of my middle class comfort zone and maybe you do too? I have friends at churches where I think I would probably feel uncomfortable because the church doesn’t look like how I think it should. The reality is that it looks exactly like God thinks it should though and I need to confess my judgment and preconceived wrong ideas to him and repent and believe that God can use anyone he chooses. 

And finally, lesson number 3:

Everyone needs forgiveness. I need it. You need it. Professional referees need it. So Craig Joubert, I forgive you. Maybe talk to Nigel and avoid Scotland for your holidays though…

So there we are. Thank you again to England (and Wales) for hosting an epic World Cup and helping to lift my spirits a little. Congratulations again to the worthy winners, New Zealand. I guess it’s not that long until February…

Until next time, 

Helen.