This is our Church website :) Please tell me what you think of it.. I am the webmaster.
I dont really see myself as a web designer, funny how God guides and uses talents in times and seasons :) I want more than anything to serve Him no matter how hard it gets.
Which brings me to reality...
Reality is.. my hubby is out of a job in Jan, thats reality, I could say nice or nasty things about his employer but we still cant change the reality, and so there is no point. I know that my dearest is able to find another job, but in the meantime... I am struggling. Why? Because somehow my brain panics when it thinks money. God says He provides. Its a test of faith. i need to keep walking in order to get there, but I just want to pack it in and sit on the rocks by the side of the road...
I already feel strange that it has come to this.. we have been told that we are not able to get a house even now on the current income.. and gov housing is no help either, because I won't lie.. and therefore we dont qualify for a house. I cant go back down to the city.. it would drive me mad! Besides our Church is here.. well.. its all moot really until Jan dawns and nothing is planned.
A lesson in trust?
Here I am, 24 years old, having been through a fair bit, struggling with something so basic. I can hardly grasp what it is to not stress.... *sigh* but you know, I recognise it for what it is, so that means I keep walking, reshuffle the baggage a bit ;) but keep walkind.
For anyone who doesnt know me ;) Im a writer.. here is something from my site
This walk we take as Christians
is indeed a journey
It is not an easy road
it is a road frought with danger...
tears... and sorrow..
as well as with joys, hope and future
it has been so long between the bad.. that I was forgetting what I had.. maybe. We drove past our old flat.. it hasnt changed.. it is stil the same dingy little place with lattice fencing that it ever was. I'd be insane if I ever agreed that we should go back there. I can only pray.
Home is one of those things with me.. what kind of place makes a home anyhow?
Why is it that there is a whole generation of people my age and older (I'm 24 remember, hubby is 30) who are longing, really deep set longing, for home? What have we done to provide such a space for them in Church?? (where are these questions coming from?!) How important it is to be part of community..
REALLY part of a community, not just turning up when you have to do something but getting in there, walking alongside others in good and bad.. and not thinking any less of them.. and *gulp* the hardest of all... allowing them to walk alongside of you when you are at a low point.