All Things Connected

26-28 Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God.

That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.

Romans 8:28 (The Message)

Hmm, I’m not quite as direct perhaps as other translations in this particular verse, but certainly encouraging.

The reason I’ve chosen this verse to open today’s blog is because of something that happened to me at tonight’s Women’s Aglow meeting (the Fleetwood chapter).

Now, usually when I attend anything Christian, or churchy, or however you want to describe it, I go to give something. I go to help set up, or tidy up, or sing, or play, or clean, or something. Tonight was no exception, helping with table decoration and one of those old-fashioned overhead projectors with words for songs. However, while setting down and handing out a few small bunches of flowers to the visiting ladies (taken from the table vases), I got talking to a person that turned out to really need me there at that time.

She’s probably going to read this at some point since we exchanged e-mail addresses and websites and the like, so I won’t mention her name, but I feel I should share since it felt like one of those little moments where a few parts of your life pivot around a single point.

I approached her as she was finishing talking to another of the Aglow team, and I handed her the flowers because my mum and I had overheard her cooing over the two-tone roses we had on display. She seemed happy enough at receiving them to hug me, and I had to stop myself for going in for a cuddle. This is not normal behaviour for me at the best of times even with my oldest friends, so I knew she would be one of those women I would have a sort of understanding with, whatever our impending topic of conversation.

She dove right in and asked me about what I did, my interests, my music. I told her about how I was getting married soon, and the colours of the bridesmaid dresses, and the flowers. I almost forgot myself until it dawned on me it would be polite if I ask her about what she did. Again with the pivots! She was very open, telling me about her chaplaincy job at the local general hospital, her possible career change, about her family, even her dentist! But the one thing she told me that left an impression was that she was writing a book. She said how she’d never written one before, and was encouraged that her publisher said her writing was up to scratch, and was further encouraged by a pastor friend who was yet to correct her theology.

And so began my ministering to her, without thinking in the least I would be the one to do it!

I started saying something about how the world needs people to follow their heart’s passion in order to help those that need help, to fill the need – because there’s always a need.

“Ooh, I need to hear this!” she said, and I knew I needed to say something meaningful. I began telling her about Pastor Bill Wilson and Metro Ministries in New York. If you don’t know about him, take a look here and prepare to be inspired! I shared with her my experiences doing the In the Crosshairs studies at the freedomcentre (my old Preston church) and how it spurred me on to continue with my ideas for albums and songs. I sympathised with her eagerness to get it finished, and the disappointment of having had a full day of writing only to have a basket full of screwed up paper to show for it.

Before I left the Senior Citizen’s Hall that night, she gave me her business card, and I scribbled my e-mail, website, YouTube and phone number into her mini reporter’s notebook – I’m determined not to lose contact! I feel as though I want to be a comfort to this lady, a sort of distant sister that speaks truths into her life and gives her reason to smile in the toughest times of her creative process.

I feel all weird talking like this. Out of the ordinary for me! But I feel connected to this person in a way I haven’t really felt before. I must remember to keep this person in my thoughts frequently.

So, Ms. Writer Lady, if you’re reading this, know that you were as much an encouragement to me as I hope I was to you. Keep writing, don’t give up, and make sure you let me know as soon as the book’s up for sale!


PS That means you also need to buy a copy of my album. Haha!

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