Read Nats thoughts during 2007

Who is Nat?

My name is Natalie Husk, although most people call me Nat (except my parents!). I was born and raised in Cornwall and am proud of it! I have always been involved in the church, whether going to my local village chapel in Common Moor, joining with bus loads from Cornwall at MAYC events, helping at the District Children’s Holiday or even attending Synod a few times! I am very thankful to the Cornwall District, the Liskeard & Looe Circuit and of course Common Moor chapel for being such valuable parts in my journey of faith.

Today I live in Wakefield, West Yorkshire, where I work as a youth worker for the Methodist Church. I run after school clubs, youth clubs, a youth fellowship, do outreach work and organise trips away. Not long ago I was asked by a youth group, to give them a weekly topic for reflection, an email containing something to focus them on God for the week. So every week I sit at my computer and write down my thoughts! It started quite small, with just the young people receiving them, and now lots of people of all ages find my thoughts in their email inbox!

It is a huge privilege for me to find that people enjoy and are challenged by what I have written, especially that I can now share what God has done for me with those who walked with me at the beginning of my journey. Ultimately these reflections are aimed at the young people I now work with, but if God can speak to others through them, how great is that!!

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2007

9th July
Smells

2nd July
Smile

26th June
Waterlogged

11th June
Plans

6th June
Letters

21st May
Friends

May 9th
Stereotypes

May 1st
Broken

Broken

April 16th
Climbing hills

April 9th
The Three Trees

April 2nd
Small but deadly

March 28th
Toby the SuperDog

March 19th
Mountains

March 4th
Lone Daffodil

February 26th
Working hours

February 19th
Memory

February 12th
Piercings

February 5th
Patience

January 29th
Surprise

January 22nd
Wind

January 15th
Honesty

January 8th
My Car

January 3rd
Happy New Year

Mountains
19th March

What can you see from your bedroom window? Trees? Fields? Roads? Houses? Mountains? I was recently on holiday with some friends in the amazing little town of Engelberg in Switzerland. We stayed in a beautiful chalet which looked out over the town and up at the surrounding mountains. The view from this place was awesome, in as much as you were filled with awe, not that you started to speak like a surfer-dude! You couldn’t help but gaze up at these magnificent snow covered mountains for hours. What a view to wake up to.

So I found myself looking out at this view from my bedroom window at 6.45am. I know, I know, I was on holiday so why was I awake at that ungodly hour?! All is quiet (apart from some dubious snoring from a sleeping friend) and I find myself sitting up and simply starring out at the view. The sky is blue, the mountains are white with rocky crags jutting out from the snow, and far below I watch as the sleepy town slowly comes to life. The bells from the monastery ring out in a low chime and I’m looking out for a nun to come singing over the hill! But much as it is fun to watch the little people in their little cars, and laugh at them for having to be out and about at this hour, it is in fact the mountains which get nearly all my attention.

This could be that I am a lover of all that is rocky (Not the film!) and so I naturally tend towards natural rock structures, but I find myself thinking of Psalm 121:

“I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains?
No, my strength comes from God, who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.”

(The Message)

As I sat there I did in fact lift my eyes up. There is really no where else for my eyes to go – they are automatically drawn up towards the mountain peak, which is itself pointing towards heaven. So these mountains are pointing to heaven and seemed to be shouting out to me about the awesome creativity of God, about his strength and power, his solidness and stability and his presence in the whole of time. These mountains have stood for millions of years and will stand for many more to come. I am blown away. Where does my help come from? Who gets me through my troubles? Who is always there for me? That would be the same God who created all that I see before me, as well as the rest of the earth and heaven too. Wow! I am suddenly feeling quite small, and I am humbled by the magnitude of God. I feel like one of the silent, little people who I can watch far below me, dwarfed by the bigness of the mountains surrounding them.

Then something truly amazing happened. As I had been sat gawping at the scenery the sun had been slowly rising, or at least a golden glow had been getting higher and brighter in the gap between the mountains. Suddenly, almost with a pop, it cleared the mountain and blinded me. It was so quick and I was immediately sat in the warmth of the dazzling sunshine. After I got my sight back and stopped seeing coloured shapes swimming in my vision, I looked down to the town and saw that it too basked in the light from the sun.

The sun had risen and no-one in the valley could escape it’s far reaching light and warmth. Or perhaps I should say that the Son has risen and none can escape his light and love.

We are truly tiny when stood next to the mountain of God, but it is in our smallness that we are drawn to look up at his power and majesty and to see the help that he brings us in the risen son. Wow – what a view!