Alright alright alright! First: I’m sorry I’m so late on a blog post lately. Believe me, I’ve wanted to and I hate neglecting y’all like this. Also, I’m sorry to start off a post with an apology. Bad Form! I’ve done it before too, so perhaps this is a habit I should try to start breaking.
I’m going to give you a super quick look into life right now – imperfect though it may be. I have much better but half-finished posts saved somewhere on here that I wanted to share but now they’re all outdated anyways.
SO! TREK! It has begun! I arrived Sunday night for Awkward pizza night and survived that alright. The nice thing about 19 participants means that there’s enough to float around a fair amount. 11 girls, 8 guys, one married couple, 2 girls from Germany – those are a few stats about the numbers. I like my two roomies quite a lot. They’re both from Ontario and lovely and level-headed. Love ’em.
This is ‘orientation’ week. Sharing short life stories, meeting a lot of people who work for MB Mission in a variety of ways and just generally getting to know each other and anticipating things to come.
One cool thing that we did yesterday was right before a session on journaling (which I enjoyed very much, by the way. Crazy, eh? Journaling! My high school nemesis!). Lori, the lady leading the session had us all introduce ourselves. We were to say our name, our hometown, and – using on word – describe the state of our soul. Interesting. A challenging and fascinating exercise.
“Expectant.” It flashed into my brain as soon as she finished speaking. “Now where did that come from?” It wasn’t the word i was expecting. My head rambled on…I hadn’t put any thought into that one, I needed a better word…what was a good descriptor? Then Lori spoke again. “The first word in your head is probably the one. Just pick it, just one.”
Alright. Apparently I had my word. Good thing, too, for I was second in the circle.
As every second passed I loved this word more. I also loved hearing what other words came up.
“Life” “Homesick” “Conflicted” “Stoked” “Trusting”
So my word. My heart. My soul. I’m not used to talking about my soul much. Expectant. Now I had to figure out what this means. As time goes on and I reflect on this though, I see it is so fitting. I expect to see God move. I expect to change. I expect to be challenged. I will wait for my Lord. I am enjoying his presence, and I will learn to listen. I expect to move. To be moved. To meet with Jesus. I’m looking forward.
And I can’t wait.