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)
My Catholic Living 🙂
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.
Continue reading “Poetry Attempt#1”
Here goes the last push of the my time in the Archdiocese. I do have to say that it will be really hard for me to leave because of all the contacts and good friends I’ve made. My eyes water just to the thought of leaving (who put these onions here?)
Just as I was going to write about the upcoming weeks a song came up and the lyrics made so much sense. Now, I know that many of you know this song by Kenny Rogers, The Gambler, but I’m going to dig a bit in some of the lyrics. I know what I’m about to say isn’t exactly fitting with the rest of the song but eh, it’s what caught my attention.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run.
This reminds me of God’s will and how sometimes (often) we try to do our own will.
Ego, in my opinion stands for Edging God Out as when we think about ourselves we completely forget about God. This line reminds me of the spirit of discernment. We have to know when to pursue something, when to put it on
the back burner and when to stop. If it’s meant to be God will bring it up again. Know when to run. Run when you know it’s not God’s will as it will only cause disaster.
Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin’ is knowin’ what to throw away and knowin’ what to keep. ‘Cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser.
Knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep. If you have a friends that always complains and keeps talking about themselves and you can never share what is on your mind. Is that a throw away or a keep? Continue reading “The Gambler”
Spiritual pride, many suffer from it AND they don’t even realize how their spiritual pride is affecting others. By the way, pride is a deadly sin…
When one says things like Salvation won’t come to you because you do this and that… then this person is putting themselves on a pedestal, they are making themselves better than the other person. Remember, when you’re pointing the finger at someone three other fingers are point your direction.
You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all. St. Therese of Lisieux
Actually, someone once said this to me I will keep on bullying as long as I can convert others. In my opinion there is much pride in that statement. Bullying is never right and everyone in their right mind should agree with that. Bullying means taking advantage of someone. Is taking advantage of someone ever a good thing? NO! Never! A bully tries to show others that they are the boss and that they are better than everyone else, they belittle others.
There’s a lot of I in that statement. It’s all about me!
…until I can convert other. Who converts who? Doesn’t conversion come from God? Isn’t conversion a choice that has to come from within? We can help bring conversion but we can’t convert someone. Sounds like this person was trying to take credit for God’s work. Continue reading “Spiritual pride”
I can’t bare the thought of being in a safe home not needing to worry about my family while everyone in Haiti is preparing to take cover. My heart is completely torn apart.
I really didn’t think I left my heart in Haiti until I went to WYD. Haitians are very patriotic so whenever I spotted one walking around I went out of my way to speak with them in their own language. The more I spoke with them the more I fell in love with the country again. I lost a lot of my Haitian Créole but I could still hold a basic conversation with them.
It was always great to see their reaction!
Eh! Kijan nou ye?
Nou byen…. ou pale Kreyol?????
Hey! How are you?
We’re fine…. you speak Créole?????
Their reaction was like why is this white woman speaking our language? It just doesn’t make sense! We’ve been caught as we can’t talk in the secret of our language. Continue reading “No rest for Haitians”
Ok!!!!! I have some super great news for you! It is official! I’m going to Australia in January!!!!!!
As many of you know I’ve been discerning religious life for a while and have many fears about taking the next step. To help me with this I decided (with the help of God) to join something called NET (National Evangelization Team).
This peer to peer, value-driven ministry is very effective because it offers a radical alternative to what is offered by society at present. NET teams bring their own positive stories, struggles, their willingness to listen and relate on a youthful level, this is indispensable.
As a member of NET I will deepen my faith, strengthen my relationship with God all by sharing the Gospel with others. What better way to discern religious life than with other young adults? Continue reading “Australia!!!”
Ok, I have something to admit, something that I tried hiding for years and year but it’s time I finally come clean with it. I have… I can’t say it…. I am…. hmmm… I’m a freak. I have something called Brachydactyly Type D (BDD).
What the heck is that? I like to think of it as strange dinosaur disease, yes, I’m actually a dinosaur. Hehe, now I’m sure you’re confused…. unless you know what BDD is then I will give you a high5! *High5*
Basically BDD means that the distal phalanx of the thumb alone is shortened, in other words the nail bed of my thumbs is wider than it’s long, weird eh?
Continue reading “Confession of a wonky thumb”