Today I went back to one of our previous churches, the one I served my Curacy in, Aston Parish church. It was a leaving service for their long term youth worker, for another youth
worker and church administrator.
It reminded me how reluctant I was to leave 12 years ago. I was really enjoying looking after the church in my Curacy and their interregnum. The church was a very supportive forward
looking group of loving people – lots of thoughts ran through my head in the days before and after my leaving service… Who would want to leave? Where could I be more happy or be a better fit? I must admit I could not see it at the time, and was upset to leave.
Today encouraged me to look and reflect back on how I have very similar feelings today about my current job. If someone had told me I would feel like that, I am not sure I would
have believed them. This is the second time this has happened to me, the first was when I left YFC to be ordained.
Neither time was I able to be honest about all the doubts I was feeling to those I was saying goodbye to as I was focusing on what God was calling me to and how much I had been
blessed by being a part of the place I was leaving and saying I was not sure I was doing the right thing seemed to be a lack of faith and didn’t fit with the ritual and narrative attached
to leaving. It has made me think a little bit more about how we help people transition and I think it is something I need to continue to process as leaving and starting well can be so