There's not much to look at in Texas. So there's not much to say about it, other than it's a little warmer than Canada, and a little more dry, as told by the picture above.
So I haven't posted a blog in a long while because for the past two or three weeks I've moved back home, taking a long detour from Manitoba all the way west to Alberta, and then down south to Texas from there, and am still settling down. Normally I could unpack all my things in a day, but it seems I've still got piles of stuff all over my room and outside my door like I packed all of Manitoba inside my suitcase.
I know people who keep up with my blog and desire to know more about me are curious as to how life's been going back in Texas again since I've been here for a whole week already, so now I am going to attempt to explain.
The very first day I arrived back home (May 9th), I was called for jury duty the next day. Those of you who are not entirely aware of what jury duty is, it's where about 120 random people are ordered into a courtroom where only 12 are picked to be real juries in a real court case. But to explain it simply, this is about as American as it gets.
I'm explaining this because I found it absolutely hilarious that I have been Canadian for so long, and as soon as I get back home, I am bound to be more American than I have ever been in my entire life! In fact, I had to recite the American Pledge of Allegiance in which I found it hard to remember already! So in my head, it went a little something like this...
"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United Provinces of Canada, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and hockey for all."
...To make a long story short, I was rarely chosen to be one of the 12 in a real jury box for a real court case where I was the youngest (by a longshot). I learned a lot of things the next two days and, as the foreman (the leader of the jury) told me, I grew up pretty fast.
Aside from being on jury, I was finally able to reconnect with one of my closest friends, Maggie. This is a friend who has witnessed me in my worst, in my best, in attack and in defense. This is a friend who has built me up, edified me and spurred me on--who allows me to be the same for her. It is a beautiful encouragement to come such a far ways on a journey like mine and to still have her faithfully by my side.
Also I am able to be remembered by my 2-and-a-half-year-old niece and 8-month-old nephew, which is beyond a blessing. I am developing deeper relationships with my family and pursuing discipleship within my home church.
Through all of these new things that I've only just begun scratching the surface of this passed week, I can tell that I am hearing God's voice clearer and clearer. Because now I am truly depending on Him to show me where to go and how to get there. This is one of the first times in my life where I don't know how my future looks like. Am I going to go back to Canada? Am I going to stay in Texas and get a fulltime job? Am I going to pursue a degree in art or ministry or something completely different? I don't know.
All I know for sure is that every dream I've ever had doesn't just turn to dust! God has a plan for me, and it's gunna be a fine, fine life!
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