I’ve been struggling with how I should spend my last couple months here in America. (Saying that just made my heart race a little…I’m leaving America.)
I returned home from Africa in January, lost my job in February, was accepted to go on the Race in March, and now it’s April. It’s already been a very happening 2014. Some huge things have gone down in my life this year. When I stopped getting a pay check I knew the time would come when I couldn’t live on my own any more. I would have to find a place to stay that didn’t charge rent. I’m comfortable here, I’ve lived in my apartment for 5 years. In those 5 years I have shared life with 4 different people, my roommates, each a different relationship and experience but I wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. As I sift through my belongings and decide what to donate, keep, and pack away I realize change is about to happen. Big change.
The struggle: Do I get a job for the next couple months just so I can stay with the community that I now call my family or do I move an hour and a half away to be with my family that wants to love on me (and me them) before I leave for nearly a year.
I decide that I’m going to try the former. Get a job, it won’t be that hard, right? I put my application in at 3 companies last Friday. I received a call for an interview at one of them scheduled for Tuesday, April 1st (complete shock!) The more I thought about it, the more I prayed about it…the more uneasy I felt, I don’t want a job. If I get a job, I won’t be able to spend the time with the people I love. I went to the interview any way but I was convinced that God had set this interview up so that I would realize moving home wasn’t such a bad option. The interview didn’t go so well, on their end. Some miscommunication issues and they weren’t very well organized. I walked out the door laughing. Laughing at the thought of getting a job for 3 months (tops) and in those 3 months needing 2 weeks off. I say it out loud and I wouldn’t hire me.
The decision: Looks like I’ll be moving home, to Linesville, PA in April. (for the record, I don’t think I’ve actually said those words out loud…) These months are going to fly and I don’t want to take a single day for granted. I want to use all my time to show everyone my love. My love for them, my heart for missions, and my spirit of worship.
I get to love on these lovely people for 2 months! 🙂
This isn’t an easy call for me. I love my friends and the community that I’ve called home for 6 years. I believe this is where the Lord needs me. I need to be in Linesville. I need to be with my family. Don’t forget about me, Ohio peeps. I’m not far away, come visit, doors are always open at the Loucks residence.
This was a difficult blog post, but from the beginning I knew I wanted to share struggles and triumphs with you.
Jeremiah 29:11-12 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.
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