I’m sure many of you are confused by the title of this post. I will explain if you give me a minute or two.
When I applied for NET I thought they could never refuse me because I was the ideal perfect NETter. I had done missionary work before, I had done a year with the Catholic Outreach Team, gone to Haiti and worked as coordinator of Youth Ministry for an Archdiocese why wouldn’t they want me?
Clearly pride was (still is) an issue for me. After all was said and done and I was on my way to Australia nothing felt different. I still thought I would rock this year and be the most awesome person out there, boy was I wrong. I said I didn’t have many expectations but those that I did have were never met, THANK GOD!
I never thought I would say this but I actually love working on the farm. (I hope my father isn’t reading this)
Yes, I know I haven’t been here long but I already feel comfortable and as though I’m learning quite fast. You’re probably thinking ‘dude there’s like not much to learn on a farm’. And this is where I faint. You can learn a much or as little as you want.
It’s a fairly simple process but it has to be done right so that:
1. you don’t hurt the cows
2. you don’t hurt yourself.
And that is something that I relate back to life. If we live life in a healthy way we should also concentrate on not hurting other people and not hurting ourselves. When I took those two guidelines into consideration my life drastically changed. I used to be selfish, only though of me, myself and I. But what did I gain by being this way? Absolutely nothing. People don’t want to get to know people that just talk about themselves but rather people want to get to know people that have lived, that have seen things, that have experience and want to share rather than impose.
I’ve been asked by a few of you about my plan for the future. And every single time someone asks me this question I have a different answer. The simplest of answers is I want to give back to God and I want to be as close as I can to Him. Though I’m still not sure how to fulfil that.
For now, I’m going to try to get back into the normal everyday routine of ….. living with my parents. Yep, you read that right, I’m back to living with my parents. I have to say that I didn’t think I was ever going to move back with them since I LOVE my independence but after a year of mission the bank account is pretty dry.
Let me tell you what my everyday routine looks like
4:40 Wake-Up and change into work clothes
4:45 Start my car (because it’s Winter)
5:00 Leave for work
I noticed I keep saying work but you have no idea what my job is….. I work on a farm, milking cows in particular.
5:15 Set-up for work
5:30 Milk cows …. most of you aren’t even awake yet…..
12:15 Lunch break (my mom usually makes lunch) (thanks mom)
1:05 Head back to work
1:15 Set-up for work
4:00 Morning crew gets replaced by evening crew and I get to go home and shower!
5:00 Sit down and take a breather
5:30 Dinner (Again, thanks mom)
7:00 Work on a side design contract
8:00 Chill time (usually when I write)
9:00 Start getting ready for bed
9:30 Hopefully asleep by this time
With such a busy schedule how does one fit time to pray? That’s actually such a good question. I’ve been blessed with such a good job that even though there’s three of us milking cows (I’ll explain the process in another post) most of the time is spent in silence. This means I spend most of my work days praying. I’ve been enjoying this journey of conversation with God. I have to tell you that He has such a good sense of humour when you give Him the time of day.
So what are my plans for the future? Only God knows at this point but at this moment I tend to take it one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time. It’s so easy to always look at the future and miss the present.
What are your plans for the future?
Goodnight (it’s getting late…. it’s 9:23pm…. that’s late now)
Coming back home has been and still is a rough transition. Some days it feels like the days are years long and other days just seconds. As I was chatting to a friend about this effect a specific passage came to mind.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, 7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, 8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
The other day I was cleaning my room… Yep, I know I tend to start many of my posts this way. It’s like there’s always a new adventure when there’s cleaning to be distracted from. While cleaning pretending to be cleaning I found a published poem that I wrote when I was in grade 12.
A bit of a backstory to this poem, I only got something like 37% on it but still sent it for this Canadian contest thing to get it published. Sure enough out of all the poems sent mine got picked and somehow my final note was now in the 80’s. Sometimes it funny how things work. I never questioned my teacher about this…..
Well, it’s been a crazy year! I have to start yet again by apologizing for not keeping up with the blog. I don’t have a good excuse….. Though I thought it would be great to kick it off on my birthday eve (probably on my birthday by the time I finish writing).
Let me catch you up on a few things I have moved back to Canada! Yay! But miss Australia like crazy 😦
One of my many highlights on this mission was when I gave my first Social Justice talk to grade 12 girls. That morning I was blessed to have an hour of personal prayer and I had decided to go to a coffee shop. One of the habits that I had gotten into was revising my talk in prayer every single time I was to give it.
Since I was at a coffee shop in one of the best coffee place in the world (don’t quote me on that) I had to grab a coffee. As I was revising, I had added a few slides to my presentation that really didn’t add much but I just knew it was meant to be there (Don’t tell my supervisors but I didn’t get the new slides approved beforehand). Continue reading “I’m back!”→
I wrote this poem earlier this year and I figured it was time that I shared it with the wider community. I’m also looking for feedback on how I could make it better.
CHILD NUMBER 8
Being child number 7 the expectations are greater number 8, how are you handling all that pressure? I just wanted you to look up to you big sister.
But things are not like they seem.
I once took that drink just to fit in but that was a monster I let in. Tossing and turning I swear I’d stop until it became a cycle of loss.
Trust me, number 8, things are not like they seem.
I hid behind that smiling face convincing myself everything’s ok one more song, one more dance, one more drink I’d say the sun is up, oh shucks it’s day.
Number 8, you’re growing, discovering yourself, still in school don’t worry about being that unique fish in the pool. Once in a pool you have no where to go swimming round n’ round going with the flow.