I recently went to Dublin for the day to visit one of my best friends who was visiting from Romania where she lives.

I met this amazing lady last November when I was in Romania on mission. She is one of our project leaders. Her heart is so pure, she loves God and loves the work she is doing (she is pretty incredible at it!)

While there we spent three hours in Costa coffee catching up, I haven’t seen her since September and as you can imagine we had a lot to catch up on. This wasn’t a ‘normal’ catch up between friends, this was a God catch up between two sisters. We spoke about God moving in our lives, I spoke about the move and how God had blessed me with a home where I could stay for a little while. She spoke about her ministry works and the way God is moving in their work.

On the flight home, I was tired and over emotional and got thinking, Alex always has such amazing testimony of God and what Hes doing, God moves so boldly out there. I found myself questioning God isn’t this bold here which is ridiculous😆 God is the same no matter what country you’re from!

But it got me contemplating. God doesn’t move so boldly because they’re living and working with the poorest in society, He’s not bringing His Kingdom quickly all while blessing others because they really need help. God is moving in this way because they pray courageously, they pray with expectation. They know God is going to work a miracle, therefore they all pray with that expectation, that trust, the know that actually God will do something because that’s a God they know, love and trust.

We’re all just a bit British I think when it comes to prayer, ‘god would you mind, if you can, if you’re not too busy, show me the way’

God does mind, God is busy but He longs to show you the way, He wants you to come to Him. He wants us to pray courageously and boldly with expectation. The same God that raised Lazarus from the dead loves YOU and has the same power to move in your life. So seriously- why are we waiting, why aren’t we entering prayer time with God in this way.

Colossians 4:2 (NIV)Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.

A day trip to Dublin has resulted in a change in my thinking , a change in my approach. And I pray that it makes you think twice!

So here’s to a week of being bold, courageous, Blessed&Thankful!



Time for a change…

So it’s happened.

I’ve had to move temporarily into my grandparents while I wait for my first little home to complete. We’ve been waiting 6 months for completion and we’re praying that by Christmas we will be in our new home. 

Im trusting in God for this whole journey, but it was tough as I left my gorgeous flat I’ve called home for over a year now with tears streaming down my face. 2 years being independent and I’m back to restrictions and being ‘babyed’ God is definitely trying to work on me during this time. 

I wish I had more to say, but I feel slightly numb at the whole situation. Maybe one day I’ll be able to explain it all more but for now that’s all.

Please keep me in your prayers and my family too. The struggle I face is minuscule in comparison to others and I must remember just how blessed I really am.



When God drops the mic…

Oh my goodness 

This is going to be a long post. I apologise, but GOD IS SO GOOD .

Last week I wrote about trusting in God and knowing that he will provide a 2017 drop the mic moment&man He did it! 

I’ve been working for a charity for the last year and a half working with children and families living in poverty in Romania. I’ve done two huge campaigns, one based on trafficking and the other providing education to eighty children. I’ve been beyond blessed however it’s hard work. I feel like I have two full time jobs but it’s moments like these I wouldn’t change a thing..

We have a team on the ground at the moment. On Friday, I woke up to the news that they had found a family of 17 living in a shanty house, with a new born baby who was dying. She had been diagnosed with multiple disabilities and was very malnutrished. I was told she will die within 48 hours maximum. I spoke to our office manager, she said it was too late and there’s nothing we can do, the baby is too poorly. But I continued to pray that in some way I could help, or help someone else in a similar situation. 

The baby died. My heart broke. My tears streamed down my face as I sat in the middle of my office. In 2017 how can we allow a child to die from being poor, for not having access to proper healthcare. How can we sit and as a society accept that this happens.  

I prayed and prayed, Lord I can’t accept that this happens, Lord show me a family who needs help, who needs to know your love.  

I’m moving house next week so wanted get rid of my Wardrobe, I advertised this on gumtree. On Friday I had a lady text me, saying she could only offer £40 as they have little money, struggling and have a new born baby who is often poorly. I felt led to give it for free so I said they could have the wardrobe for free and could collect this morning.

This morning her husband came to collect, he  explained that him and his wife grew up in the Romanian city where our charity work.  They lived and worked there until they moved to England recently. He explained they are struggling and will probably go back to Romania in February as things are so tough . I explained that I have done some work in Iasi with a charity organisation. He said he sometimes does work for a man who has gone to Iasi too with people against poverty (the charity) and he has heard of the great things the charity are doing! 

The wardrobe was in the car and I handed over a bag of bits I had bought on Friday, some clothes, nappies, wetwipes, and he began to cry, explaining how thankful he is and how happy his wife is going to be. He said how hard it is to provide for his family and as a new father he wants to provide everything. But he can’t and that hurts him. He thanked me for the work we are doing in his country and we said goodbye. 

I wasn’t able to save that baby, but God led me to another baby who needed help, needed love and needed support. The wife and I have been texting and are planning coffee. 

Listening to God is hard, watching bad things happen is hard, trusting in God is hard but He is our Heavenly Father, He will use you, guide you. He will help you be blessing to others. 

I’m glad I bought those bits even though everyone in my office thought I was crazy. I’m glad I spent three hours dismantling my wardrobe (even though my body hurts so much! ) im glad I’m with God.

I hope this has encouraged you in some way! 

Have a blessed week. 



Happy Friday!

This week I’ve done what I said I would, Ive trusted&prayed. No major stresses, no updates on my house. No drop the mic moment from God but I know it’ll come. Instead kind and gentle reminders that He’s got me.

On Tuesday I only worked half the day at work the remainder was spent with my Mumma and sister. They haven’t seen each other in months since they had a huge disagreement. We were going to be going out for lunch together. I booked the rest of the day off just to make sure if anything did go wrong I was around. We went to our favourite restaurant, now it wasn’t amazing and no way are they ‘happy families’ again, but before I prayed to God for it to be calm. It was so calm, small talk galore but either way it was calm. They didn’t discuss what had made them argue, they were like two strangers however it was calm. No one got upset with the other party present and in general that’s the best they’re going to do for a while.

On Wednesday I had a huge company meeting, in a theatre like venue. I’ve suffered with anxiety for years and its places like that, where it spikes and I haven’t done it for years. I didn’t really have a choice this time, in a new workplace I don’t want to turn around and say ‘sorry I can’t go to the biggest event this year- I don’t feel comfortable in the theatre’ So I did it, I walked in, praying that I didn’t freak out, that the hour would go quickly. God spoke to me, making me feel safe. I had no choice but to sit in the middle of the row, previously my worst nightmare but I felt safe, calm. God had answered my prayers. Afterwards I came out feeling so relieved, I text my mum saying I did it! But I know I did it but I couldn’t have done it without His help.
This weekend I’m helping to pack shoeboxes for operation Christmas child and packing up my own house for the move next Sunday. I’m exhausted but so blessed that God is looking after me. I didn’t know what to write today- all I knew is that I wanted to write something. So here you are!

I hope you all have a blessed day and a rested weekend. God is everywhere all you have to do is look and listen.



Where are you?!

I was on mission a few months ago in Eastern Europe, providing school essentials and bags to children’s living in desperate poverty and the project leader who I’ve known for just short of a year asked me this question after a long day out on the field.

‘Chloe where are you, I know you’re in a Romania but where are you?!’

It took me a while to understand what he was questioning me about. I’m in Romania, I’m in a car, I’m in a job, I’m in a flat. But that wasn’t what he was getting at. He was asking where am I with God.

The truthful answer to that is ‘Im trying and more often than not struggling’ A close Christian friend to me said recently that I was on fire for God and His kingdom. It was clear that God had a plan for me and that I was doing His works. As much has that whole conversation pleased me I was reminded just how different my outward image is in comparison to my heart and how I really feel.

I came to know God in a time of great struggle, my mother was battling with serious mental illness, cancer and I had just seen the violent and traumatic breakup of my parents. God rescued me from a deep dark hole, in my life, in my heart. Yet when everything calmed down I struggled to find the time, the energy, the concentration. (Which as I write just sounds ridiculous, as God- the amazing and all powerful saved my life and there’s me writing that I didn’t have time to spend in His presence- if I was God I would be pretty pissed about that)

Since then God and I have been on a huge journey, I like to consider He’s my best friend, the father I never really had, my go to, my everything. That doesn’t mean that God and I are on it and I’m praying intercession every second, I’m attending church every week, reading my bible every day. But it means I’m trying, I’m working on it. There is an older man at my work, who has such a huge heart, not a Christian yet on his desk it has a small note that reads

‘Don’t judge me, God’s not finished with me yet’ 

And that’s the truth, that’s where I’m at. I want to be on fire for His Kingdom and His work, I want to spend more time in His presence but I know that I am only human, I make mistakes, I do and say things God hates but I know that God is in charge therefore I am forgiven, free and I am chosen.

This Monday morning as I am writing this I am on my way to work with the new hillsong Christmas album playing (it’s never too early) I pray that I have a blessed week, I feel God moving and working in my life and that where I’m at draws closer to where God is.

Forever Blessed&Thankful


Whats your roof made out of?

Last night I got back from work, put on the world ugliest jammies that I’ve had for years- We’ve all got them – and snuggled with my gigantic teddy bear. Yes I am twenty years old and about to buy a house and I have a huge teddy but who cares?!? I was asleep within seconds, this week I have been up at 530 everyday, in work by 8 arguing with solicitors and estate agents all while working super hard in a job which is still very new at the moment. Overwhelmed is the understatement of the century in regards to how I felt this week. Yet when I woke up I didn’t feel that much better, if anything I felt worse and more groggy.

With Hope (my amazing house mate who I will leave very soon meh) was at work I was reminded in the silence what my roof is made out of. Now I’m not saying I was reminded that I live in a brick built flat with a tiled roof. Before I explain my point I want to ask you what your roof is made out of? What protects the people and things you love?

This week my roof was my job, it provides my income it quite literally pays for where I live, it allows me to eat, socialise, have shoes and clothes. If that was taken away what would happen? My new house is still going through, and who knows when I will move in, all I know is that my flat lease is up in three weeks and the house won’t be ready by then. So in this situation is my job being my roof? I have the money, I’ve paid my deposit for the house yet it doesn’t have the ability to keep me safe, provide me with shelter because of ‘worldly’ issues beyond my control. Something my job can’t control.

I was reminded that my job, my phone or whatever it may be isn’t my roof. God is my roof.He protects me, protects the ones whom I love and what matters most to me. I have to keep working on that relationship with Him, go deeper, spend more time with Him, quite like a thatched roof needing a lot of upkeep, my relationship with God needs that attention. Without that, things that matter most to me are put at risk of being in danger. At the risk of being destroyed by a change in circumstance. But if I trust in God, it will all be worth it in the end. With all the stress of the house, and what seems like unnecessary setbacks one day it will all make sense as to why God tested me in this way. Pulling me in to trust in Him and not a job or a solicitor telling me something else has gone wrong.

Psalm 33:4-6 (NLT) 4. for the word of the Lord holds true, and we can trust everything he does. 5. He loves whatever is just and good; the unfailing love of the Lord fills the earth.

This week I am challenging myself to trust, to spend more time with the Lord, to love as He loves me. I believe that the stresses I have felt this week will leave me, I know my help is coming from a higher place, a place beyond my job, solicitors and estate agents. I know that God will shine His light and it will be a 2017 ‘Drop the mic moment’ and I know this for God is my roof and He loves me just as much as He loves you.

Forever Blessed and Thankful.


Hello, hi, hey?!

My life is craaaaaazy so the thought of writing weekly sounds some what impossible. But for my sanity it’s time to take some time for me, write what I want, maybe bless others too? Who knows. So here we go…

I’m Chloe, I’m twenty years old living in the south west. I’m a young Christian juggling faith, a heart to serve and a full time job in financial services. (How I ever got the job I’ll never know) I’d like to think I’m succeeding, but deep down it’s clear I’m not. Im working with the daily stuggle of a secular job and an overwhelming desire to serve. I’ve learnt that secular work is tough yet Kingdom work is so much tougher.

So that’s where I’m at, 4 overseas missions later, one huge successful campaign, back in the office, acting like it didn’t happen. Waiting for Gods next move. 

On here I want to be real, to write about what I’m in to that day, my life, the up the downs and what God is doing in my life. If even one person reasons this and follows my life I really hope somehow that I’ll be a blessing, a light in a dark place for them.

Welcome the adventure.

Forever Blessed&Thankful