"As I shuffled in to a new mother-toddler group in a new city, laden with baby in sling and toddler coiled around my leg, my eyes pricked with surprising tears. I’m usually an extrovert but this was something different. Something daunting. We had been in a new city for several weeks now and the school term had begun, along with the slew of toddler groups in the area. Desperate for some adult conversation, and despite knowing no one, I was going! Now, feeling like everyone was looking at me, I huddled my kids close and herded them to the nearest chair, stumbling over calf-height chairs and Noah's arks. Turns out we were just in time for snack, the universal language of the toddler, so he was happy, and there is always a lovely lady who offers to hold your baby while you get a cup of tea, so I was happy as well. Praise God!
Moving to a new city away from the relative comfort and protection of a solid Christian community, a job I love, incredible friends and a ready-made “Mum network” has been one of the toughest things God has called me to. This transition has unearthed deep-seated vulnerabilities and challenged my attitude towards motherhood. But He has also been incredibly faithful, promising me that He will never leave me unequipped for the situations He calls me to. He says that His grace is sufficient for me. That His power is made perfect when I feel weak and I have felt His power made perfect in me every day! Whether it is embracing the horrendous weather (who knew that 70 miles could make such a difference?!) and going to the beach, or being called to share my faith with women I have only just met, I am being moulded and shaped by His call on my life in this season of missionary motherhood.”
– Judie Dick (Derry/Londonderry, Northern Ireland)