Personal growth is something we should always aspire to do, we don’t like too though, why? Because it isn’t easy to put yourself out of your comfort zone. Suddenly the risk factor goes through the roof; there are people that need to get involved. You are now responsible for the welfare of those people who are working for your organisation, as well as the people who benefit from the service it delivers. Recently I had a dream, in that dream I got on a bus, got off in the wrong place, then started chatting to a young person. It reaffirmed what I believe personally, that though I may think I am in the wrong place, I am exactly where God wants me. A month and a half ago I upped sticks and moved to Bradford intending to start a new youth outreach project in the area. This week has been massively significant in seeing it come through. Five days ago, I had a vision of a round object coming down and hitting me. (One of the stranger parts about being a Christian). I heard it in my ear, opened my eyes, but there was nothing there. The next morning I got a call off my brother, a phone arrived at my house in London. I did not order this phone. It came as a free gift from 02’s big Ideas project. This meant that the funding; which I had applied for several months earlier to use on a youth project and forgot about, wouldn’t be too far behind it. I checked my account, the money hadn’t come in. I knew it would though. So I began considering running a football project in Bradford, the idea was forming by mid week. By Sunday, I had my first volunteer, a local lad who is training to be a P.E. teacher. The best part is he works at the same pub as me. I got a job in that pub within a week of arriving in Bradford (which is by anyone’s tally amazing).
All of this happened because I stepped out of the boat and answered a call to move to Bradford. The best part is not the phone, but the money, on Friday, whilst looking for the ever so rare commodity: clean underwear. I noticed the bag my brother had given me filled with clothes from my home in London had a bulge in it. I hoped beyond all hope it was underwear, I unzipped the bag and found some letters. Amongst them, a cash card from 02 to spend on the project. Three hundred quid. So I can truly say that God has provided. He saw my heart and even got the money to me in Bradford! For Christians I hope this is a faith building story. Step out of the boat and watch yourself walk on water. I had more good news today, the phone which is mine to keep, has a party interested in it. So not only will the project benefit, but I will now get money as well to help me fund the final edit on my novel. God is good.
