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Remembering Jennifer Woodley through Her Revealing Challenge Article

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04/14/26
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Remembering Jennifer Woodley through Her
Revealing Challenge Article

I was not expecting this transition in her life, from School Chaplain and living the idyllic rural life in Crow’s Nest, AU.  But she says it best:  “I heard a quite reassuring voice of the Father inside say, 'Trust me in this.” Not many would have listened.  Thanks, Michael, for this view of one of your top writers. 

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Topic: Proverbs 3:5 (04/06/23)

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  TITLE: Trusting God in Small Spaces | Previous Challenge Entry
  By Jennifer Woodley
  04/11/23



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Caravaning around Australia, in a small space, with three energetic boys and an adventurous husband, was not my idea of fun. Up until the moment my husband suggested it, I was quite comfortable. Happy in vocation and happy in home, I did not need to sell up and go exploring new territory.

Admittedly, all was not well in our domestic life. Neither of us were truly content in our hearts. I worked two jobs, while Daniel ran our avocado farm. The boys were either at kindergarten, school, in after hours care, or spending too much time in front of a screen. We lived disconnected lives in overdrive.

“It's time to sell the lot and travel until we can figure out how to be a family again. Things are falling apart the way they are.” Dan announced, one evening after arriving home and forgetting to collect our youngest son from kindergarten.

In horror, I retorted, “No way! Are you mad?”

But even in that moment, as the words tumbled out of my mouth, I heard a quite reassuring voice inside say, “Trust me in this.”

God worked quickly. I hardly had time to adjust to the idea of leaving when an agent had plastered a 'sold' sign out the front. It's bold letters mocked me, screaming loudly that I would never last, and this was a terrible mistake guaranteed to erode the fabric of our family even further. Yet, Daniel was insistent. “This is going to be the best thing for us, darling.” he would murmur as I cried myself to sleep.

And then I'd settle, breathe easier and hear my Father gently say, “Trust me in this. This will work out for good.”

Almost everything we owned was sold or lent to friends. “Traveling light is the only way.” Dan would say over and over again. Freely he parted with more and more possessions we had gathered together and clung to for years and years of marriage. Admittedly, there was a freedom I found in living with less, but in my initial melancholy mood, I did not come awake to this discovery until months on the road.

A shiny, blue, off-road caravan was purchased and in what seemed like an instant, we had left. The boys were intoxicated with anticipation and excitement. Fueled by their father's relentless enthusiasm, he bragged of the enormous fish they would catch, the wonders of schooling on the road and the interesting people they would meet. “And oh the places we will go!” he laughed and they giggled in unison with him. It was all very surreal. I did not share their enthusiasm, dreading the prospect of living in a cramped space with noisy, smelly boys. I coveted quietness and stillness with my Lord; large chunks of it. How would that ever happen in a space not much bigger than my kitchen? And homeschooling? What did I know of that? Would it work for us? But even then, I heard my Father quietly whisper, “Trust me in this, too.” And so, I began to surrender. This was the hardest place to get to, but the best place to be.

Over the next two years of traveling, I learnt to silence the enemy's voice of doubt and anxiety. The voice that was determined to rob us of the joy, peace, unity and all the goodness that God intended for our family. In His wisdom, He had given us the gift of traveling. A gift that wove our hearts and lives together. We learnt through the tension of living in close proximity, to be patient and show grace to one another. We learnt to put aside the urgent and relish what was really important – relationships. Our family is stronger now, for the experiences we shared together over twenty years ago.

But what if I had not trusted God back then? What if I had said a defiant “no” to Daniel and chose to let my own fears and misguided understanding rule my heart? Why do we cringe from the invitation to trust God? Trusting always births change; brings renewal;