I’m currently hiding behind a new laptop and am not home, so this post will be short and to the point… for once…
Last year I did a weeks work experience at the Christian Schools Worker Project (CSWP). I shadowed a lovely young woman who was passionate about God and I really enjoyed my time there.
Something that I spotted in her office was her prayer wall. I thought that the idea behind it was really cool. I don’t know about you, but my prayer life is a bit all over the place. I find it hard to remember what I’m meant to be praying for and I never really recognise when prayer has been answered (unless it’s something big and smacks me in the face). Continue reading “Not as I had expected”→
This week I’ve been completing work experience as part of my college course. I’ve been at a fantastic place called ‘Designs in mind‘. They’re a designer and maker studio refered through mental health services.
I have another week left at the studio and I can say that I’m throughly looking forward to it. The project is just amazing and they’re making such a positive impact in people’s lives and the in the local community.
During this week I’ve had a lot of time for relection on my bus journey home. After talking with some of the people there I’ve looked back on my own path and my mental health and wondered how I’ve made it this far. Continue reading “How I’ve made it this far”→
Every now and then God shows me something that really blows my socks off.
Part of me really wishes that God would give me visions and dreams, words of knowledge and all that big bright flashy gifts, to use me in a visible and active way to show his love to people directly. However, so far he hasn’t what is also chill as well. I’ve never had a word for someone or anything like that, but that doesn’t mean he can’t show me things.
Occasionally he reveals things to me about the path he’s taking me on that really does make me go ‘wow’. In my darkest moments I can see his hand in all of it and whilst that doesn’t take away the pain of the situation, it does give me hope and comfort.
This is a question I ask myself an awful lot and truth be told that’s probably not a good thing, I say laughing nervously.
It’s been a whole 6 months since Lost In The Story has been my chosen corner of the internet to have a good old ramble. Some of you guys have been following my blog for half a year! How cool is that? You guys are totally amazing! Continue reading “What am I doing?”→
Having divorced parents meant there was a lack of a male figure in my house. I saw my dad yes, but it’s never quite the same as having your dad there 24/7. So my mum did the best she could with an unsupportive partner and my dad not living near by.
For this reason I grew up with the mentality of not waiting for a man to do it. That I shouldn’t rely on people and be a damsel in distress because no one was coming to save you, you have to save yourself.
The more I grew up, I didn’t want to be the pretty pink princess who sat in her castle, no, I wanted to be the princess with her hair in a braid, leather armor (I know, not very good in a fight but I was like 10) and a sword, not to mention magical powers, but mainly I wanted a sword.