September School

Back to school, back to school. It's been a bit wild for the past little bit. I was straight back into the get go after getting home from Australia. Seriously. Busy everyday. If it wasn't work it was play. Every day had something planned in it. Which was good for me because it kept me distracted from the fact that I am not in Australia anymore and saved me from the "reverse culture shock". I definitely thought I was going to have a break down after arriving home. Stepping back to the norm and all. But I didn't. Probably because I was so busy. Don't get me wrong, I miss everyone and everything so unbelievably much it's hard to think. That's when I get upset. When I start thinking all about my friends and all the adventures. I miss it. I just want to travel now. But that's besides the point.

Now it's school time. YAY!! (nayyy). I was really NOT looking forward at all to moving back to Nanaimo. I was really NOT looking forward to going to school. I was really NOT looking forward to continuing something I know I am not going to be doing with my life. This isn't my calling. After an extremely AMAZING week at camp (Camp Imadene. Go.) I was about to fall straight back into my fellowship-less life of boring and struggle. I don't live in a Christian home so it is hard for me to stay connected in a way to God I feel when I am around other believers. I can't talk about it with my roommates or family because all I really get is blank face. I miss being about to witness. I miss being able to lead. I miss being about to devote. I miss being able to share. God is amazing and I love all that He does in my life. I love being able to talk about that and share with others. So naturally coming home from camp I had a sever case of "camp high". I was devastated.

On moving day I was close to tears with every shirt I folded and every pair of pants packed. I REALLY DID NOT WANT TO MOVE. My mom dropped me off and I burst into tears. All she could really do is tell me it was going to be okay. I would figure it out she said. At that point all I could think was I have it figured out! I know my calling, God reminds me every day. And right here right now certainly isn't it.

God knew the struggles I was going through and He managed to show me the good in this situation. Everywhere I looked I managed to stumble upon a quote: "This is not my home. This is not where I belong" "All I know is I am not home yet". Well played again God. SO TRUE! This isn't my home. This isn't where I belong! I don't have to get sucked into the life here. EXCITING!

My attitude took a complete turn around and I was able to get excited about the future and not get upset about where I am now. I know God has a plan for me and I know the path He is directing me to now. A life of leadership and ministry and I am so excited to see the amazing wonders God has planned for me in that life.

So with all that said, I came to a conclusion. I am dropping out of school (who called it?) and moving to Salt Spring Island (who called it?)  in January with my dear friend Amy C. WEE! I am so excited. Next year I will start my path in a leadership and ministry program. I don't know which yet. I am still waiting on God for that. It could be Auxano, Cappenray, YWAM, or bible college (back in Australia maybe???). But what I do know is that where ever this takes me it is just going to be amazing. God is going to work in me and through me and show me my direction. A direction of meaning and truth. A direction that is amazing-as.