Community, a word that gets thrown around, but goes deeper then that. I came home from YWAM, having lived in community for 5 months and then having none was hard. Like really hard. Palms pressed to my eyes and tears running freely down my cheeks, I ask Jesus why I haven’t found community yet. I work, come home, usually FaceTime Tyler and another friend from YWAM and then I go to bed and start all over again. Don’t get me wrong here, I absolutely love my job and where I am but other then my FaceTime calls in the evening, I don’t have a whole lot to look forward to. I wish that we could all be back in Mexico, and I had a room of 7 other girls who were always ready for a laugh and to cry alongside you. I miss having that support system, it’s harder then I ever thought it would be.
I guess I will update you all on what’s happening, cause I am finally doing adultish things. I have accepted and enrolled at Redeemer University for an Honours Major in Psychology with two minors in Mission and Ministry and Social Justice. I am excited, I think. The excitement comes in waves, but most of all I am looking forward to moving out (sorry mom and dad). I am nannying with the same family that I worked with before I left for YWAM and they are once again a huge blessing to my life.
Jesus keeps telling me that it’s coming. Community is coming. I have to keep being present. Living in the moment. In the wise words of a gal who I have had the blessing to get to know, “Live in the moment dude.” Live in the moment. Live right where you are. For me, that’s working with kids, calming them down with one hand, on the phone with the bank with the other and trying to get them a snack all at the same time. It’s plausible, I’ve done it. I can be found with kids on either side of me with every single Robert Munsch book spread across our laps, handing out granola bars left right and centre and telling kids to wash their hands every 10 minutes it feels like.
This is living in the moment for me. I’m working to find community with a 4 year old and a 6 year old. I often have tears and snot smeared on my shoulders, and there is endless crumbs in my car. It’s worth it. It’s so worth it. This is me living in the moment.
Jesus keeps showing himself to me in the little things. He reminds me that he is with me while I drink my very needed cup of coffee in the morning, and sits beside me well I drive to work. He is patient, and he is caring, loving. He is right beside you. Always.
This is a blog full of rambles and random things that have been of my mind lately.
Blessings and hugs,