Going back to my Welsh roots!

Last weekend I made a trip into the deepest most dangerous place for an English person to go on God’s earth – South Wales! A work colleague has since mentioned that his mate in Cardiff told him not to go up the Welsh Valleys on his own or he’d get beaten up. Good job I was going to be in the company of a native of the Valleys, although knowing my friend Julie, she’d be the one doing the beating up in the first place.

Julie in Roath park
You’ll have read about Julie and Alex in the previous blog. Well, it was these lovely Welsh ladies I went to spend some time with. We clicked instantly in Romania and so it was very cool to see them again. We had an action-packed weekend but I loved every minute of it. Well, almost every minute. Watching the Rugby World Cup Final on Saturday night was a little hairy. Nevermind that Wales didn’t get anywhere near the final, these lot would’ve supported a bunch of Martians had they been playing the English. I never realised just how much the Welsh hate us English.

Alex, Julie & me

The weather was amazing – crisp and sunny, which only served to show off the beautiful scenery and warm Autumn colours. We had a seafront walk and lunch in Porthcawl, toured the recently developed docks in Cardiff, got into Carphilly castle for free (it’s not what you know…) and did a little shopping – well, what do you expect from women?

Porthcawl ‘Grand’ Pavilion

Castell Caerfili

On Sunday morning I went along to Capital Church, Llanedeyrn and received a very warm welcome. They are one of our Romania partner churches, so it was great to meet some of the people who are going to be involved in STM teams over the next 3 years.

Caerfili – looking all ‘arty’

All-in-all it was a cracking weekend and I look forward to more trips to Wales in the future. I love it when God brings new friends into my life, even if they are Welsh! Like finding a piece of precious treasure on a beach of pebbles.

Oh, by the way, I haven’t actually got any Welsh roots… they’re French!

Romania – What Happened?

In my latest newsletter I included a personal account of the Prayer Mission in Romania from one of the team members. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to include the whole article, so here it is in all its glory. The writer, Alex Heavyside (Wales) hasn’t done much writing before, but I think you’ll agree, she has a gift!

“On Saturday 8th September, greetings accomplished, a ‘fairly’ normal group of people boarded Wizz Air flight W6742 from Luton to Bucharest. Having found seats they quietly and respectfully watched the cabin crew perform their obligatory safety demo. A week later the same people boarded the return flight fending off all comers in order to sit near each other, loudly applauding the safety demo and resisting extreme tiredness in order to make the most of the remaining time they had together.

What happened to them? These are the reflections of one member of that team.

Never having been on a prayer mission my good friend Julie and I ‘found’ ourselves stepping well outside our comfort zone to join a week long prayer mission to South East Romania. “Outside your comfort zone? Not a problem; it’s fine,” we are reassured by Marilyn Wagstaff, the mission prayer leader, “Let’s do some damage!” Of course she is right: God is not in the business of tripping us up when we step out and trust Him and those to whom He gives the authority and anointing to lead us. Many times was this demonstrated during the week.

Alex & Julie in action


The Lord most certainly has given authority and anointing to Marilyn who faithfully led us out in spiritual warfare and intercession right to the end of the week, even when there was more than a little tiredness felt by all.

The ‘Bedworth’ ladies (Marilyn, Elaine, Georgina, & Judith – NLI prayer missions coordinator & unfortunate person who had overall responsibility for all practical aspects of the trip) ‘prophets’ from Birmingham (Ian & Jan) wise, insightful, and good people of Burnley (Jon & Marilyn) together with the Cardiff contingent (Julie & Alex) set out with the desire to see God’s kingdom in S. E. East Romania advance in the heavens and on the earth.
Jan & Ian

Jon & Marilyn

Three wise persons (no sex discrimination here!) joined us at Bucharest airport having travelled afar, (very) from New Zealand (Peter, Miriam, & Alfred) along with three Romanian team members (now dear friends) without whom the whole thing would not have been possible – our outstanding translator and liaison person Iulia, and our ever cheerful and tireless drivers over hundreds of miles to scores of destinations, Iulia’s husband Mitica and his brother Veo: Thanks a million times over guys.

Mitica, Peter, Miriam & Iulia


So with the team complete we started our journey to Constanta having eaten at Ikea. Yes, Ikea! This is not a typing error. How surreal is this? You get off a plane in Eastern Europe, prepare yourself for the challenge of unfamiliar food, and then find you have the choice of Swedish meatballs or salmon for tea!


Sunday was spent feeling very much at home in the company of the Good News Church (BBV) church Constanta, worshiping and being refreshed ready for the start of the business that we came for. Oh yes, we also had to be ‘orientated’ but it wasn’t too painful!

Monday morning, equipped for the day by our daily devotional, we set out to visit places where a church plant had been started. Our only ‘weapons’ being the ones that God put in our hands. Some were given authority to bind up spiritual powers; some, authority to declare scriptures; some, powerful imagery that was spoken into lives; sometimes we anointed with oil; some, praying for the sick; some, a spiritual song or melody.

Ministry in Old Constanta with Church Planter Matthew (2nd from left)


Seeking to use these things we focused on places, spiritual powers and the people who God has moved to carry out His work in those areas. We met many wonderful, strong, hard working, yet gentle and humble Romanian people. All the places we visited were different. God moved greatly in both the Constanta area, and the Galati area where we were based in the second part of the week.


By the end of the week, much had been learned. The laughter of friendships forged and strengthened, alternating with the tears of compassion felt for homeless people (from children to the elderly), flood victims, the sick, and prostitutes.


It was an exceptional time in my journey with God, as sadly my Dad had died three weeks before the mission having been ill for some months. Through the prayers of my church and friends, and reassurance from the Lord that He was taking care of my relatives, I felt His healing, His peace and an assurance that by His Spirit He would use me on the trip if I allowed Him to. I know that He gently used a vulnerable time in my life to touch others. God worked through me in a particular way at a particular time. Likewise I’m certain He used each of the unique circumstances and gifting of everyone on the trip as we responded to the urging of God’s Spirit. I will never be in those exact circumstances again. I’m so glad and thankful that God gave me this opportunity to serve Him.


So it was a sad time when we had to leave our new friends from New Zealand and Romania and return to the UK. But we left enriched by what God had done and blessed with new friends. I just hope that the Wizz Air flight attendants did not take too long to recover from the interesting bartering techniques they encountered for the in-flight sales………….!”


Bedtime devotions!

If you want to know more about how to become part of an exciting prayer adventure in Romania or Slovakia in 2008, please contact me at…
judith.linnell@nlieurope.com


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