Can you believe it’s now been 1 year since I came back to Edinburgh?
1 year ago I wrote this post although I was writing it on my Bebo page at that point, I was yet to be introduced to the world of blogging.
Australia was the feeding I needed before descending into the year that quite possibly was the making of me as God repaired the damage of me…my last 7-8 months in Aberdeen had beaten me into little pieces.
Tomorrow it will be exactly a year to the day that I first went to the church that is now my home - I only went because an old uni friend kept pestering me about how God was doing all these really cool things in the church he grew up in, and if I went to his church it meant that I wouldn’t have to go into the church I thought I would end up going to all on my own. I didn’t expect to stay!!
Later that night I was writing this to all my friends…
I’m now having one of my notorious post-crazy-decision making moments, where I’m thinking one thing…What have I done?!?!?!?!
…I am currently homeless and without flatmate - climbing over suitcases and piles of boxes is no fun. And where 2 months ago there were lots of jobs in Community Work and Public Health here, there is now none…this isn’t what I expected at all, and I have no idea how this is all going to work out and that scares me a lot…
The verse that has probably been closest to my heart this year is from Proverbs 3:5-6…“Trust in the LORD with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take” (NLT)
So 5 changes of addresses, countless job applications, lots of fair trade chocolate, turning down 2 job offers, 2 interviews, countless hours on facebook, many tearful calls to Nicola, one potentially award winning meltdown after an evening service, many visits to doctors, lots of prayer, embracing happily the status of ’single’ and 1 birthday later…
I’ve gone from being a girlfriend, emerging worship leader and Community Learning Worker living in my own flat and going to an inner city independent charismatic evangelical church where I was ‘one of the students’ to a slightly nomadic single pregnancy advisor, care assistant and youth worker going to a baptist church in one of Edinburgh’s most affluent suburbs where I’m ‘one of the adults’.
How did that happen?!
Although putting it like that makes it sound like this year was easy, it wasn’t. God challenged me a great many ways that I hadn’t even considered. A huge challenge for me was facing head on my prejudice against rich, educated people. It’s only been recently that I’ve began to feel more at ease going to church each Sunday, and if I’m honest I don’t know if I’ll ever feel comfortable there…some of this is the affluence, but also being part of an official ‘denomination’ with all the traditions (like communion pretty much every Sunday in a shot glass?!), voting (what happened to trusting the elders), ‘membership’ and the pastor walking down the aisle as soon as the service is over to shake hands goodbye as everyone exits out the front doors of the church - all of which I find both weird and slightly intimidating. But I love this church, and some of the things we have been doing - discipleship (also known as ‘mentoring’), StreetTeam, the DIY project working alongside Bethany (also known as ‘Inside-out Church’), 24-7 Prayer, Just Christmas…
Then there is the fact that down here many of my original friends are either married or not Christians! A big change from most of your friends being student or newly graduated singletons (although many will be getting married this year
and were mostly people I knew from church or the Christian Union - everyone else seemed to leave pretty soon after graduating. And of course, I’ve made some fantastic new friends too.
Not to mention going from a working role with tons of responsibility (I had more staff to line manage when I arrived for the first day of my job with Aberdeenshire Council than I’d had birthdays) to being the bottom of the Care work organisational pyramid before getting a paid position at the pregnancy crisis centre.
One of the most difficult aspects was letting go of Aberdeen. I still miss my old church, my old friends, and I was quite annoyed with God that He asked me to move just as I was beginning to feel settled in a church and was seeing so many prayers come to fruition. I know I left behind an incredible part of my family in Aberdeen who are doing amazing things for God and experiencing loads of adventures that God has had planned for years to see Aberdeen restored… It’s been great to have snippets about things like Choices Aberdeen, DNA, Souled Out, Imagine, Street Pastors, Youth Alpha and to hear that one of our church leaders is now the national advisor for Alpha in Scotland.
And it isn’t going to stop now that a year has gone by. God is still bringing lots of challenges and there are opportunities a-coming this way…
It’s been tough, but wow…what rewards there has been to the areas of my life where I have (for once) obeyed and chosen to trust the Lord with all my heart, rather than trusting my own understanding.
