Ok so, as many of you know, I come from a farming family. It’s pretty cool because we actually get fresh milk from the farm instead of that expensive store bought stuff. MMM real milk.
When we want milk, we don’t actually go milk a cow but rather go to the holding tank that keeps the milk cool and fresh. MMM real milk.
Last night my mother asked my sister and I to get milk. I was so tired that I fell asleep on the couch basically right after supper (and maybe I was also avoiding going outside in the cold). Either way when I woke up the next day I knew we still had to get the milk.
It was in the late morning when we finally summed up the courage to open the front door and face that deep snow to fill those two jugs of milk. The blowing snow made it hard to even find the car but eventually as we dusted it off and cleared the window we thought we would able to make it. I backed out and thought eh I can do this. Then I saw more snow and told my sister we’re not going to make it. And she quickly replied Don’t doubt yourself, you’re going to make it! Continue reading “Stuck Because of Milk”
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Hello dear family and friends:
Community life is so wonderful! Since 2013 I have had the opportunity to experience community life with the Catholic Outreach Team and the Sisters of Holy Cross. Over the past 18 months I have been working as Coordinator of Youth Ministry for the Archdiocese of Keewatin-Le Pas.
I am overjoyed at the countless interesting experiences I have encountered and have decided that it’s time for me to take the next step. Over the past couple years I have felt a call to religious life, an option I am seriously considering. Let me share with you how two young boys in Haiti pushed me towards the pursuit of this vocation.
One school day, I was sitting in front of the convent, writing in my journal. I remember it being a bright sunny day. There
were two boys playing foutbòl (Soccer in Haitian Creole).
Exhausted, they came and sat beside me and we started chatting. I asked them why they weren’t in school. They quickly replied by sharing part of their life story. Their father had been in a motorcycle accident which left him with mental problems and he soon abandoned his wife and kids. Their mother wasn’t able to take care of her boys so she gave them away to her sister, their aunt. This woman had kids of her own and when they had food in the house (which wasn’t often) it would go to her own kids first. If there were leftovers, only then would these two boys get to eat. These kids were bl
essed with a coconut tree and if they were really hungry they would climb the tree to drink the coconut water and eat the coconut.
This situation really opened my eyes in realizing how many things I have but don’t really need. How can I live such a materialistic life when these kids don’t even know when they will have a full meal again?
Continue reading “Pink Koala”