New Year in a New place...jobless but not sweating it too much

Ever feel like you don't fit where you are, but it's supposed to be 'home'? I don't know where I fit right now. I've been praying and prayed for a bunch of times, and I just don't know what I want to do or where I want to be. I'm applying to a bunch of places and getting emails to people in Toronto, London and Sarnia. Each of these places is full of family and friends who love and support me, and right now, that's the only thing that I'm really sure of.
The new year is looking good, though. I am still enjoying the various things I've been able to do over the past two years, and am looking forward to having some renewed clarification from above again. I haven't lost faith, but I have been losing my joy, so am taking some time to sort things out again, and we'll see where God leads from there, assuming I let Him!
My friend Simon was in London this weekend marrying a couple and preaching, and it was really great to reconnect with him. He spoke today on Grace, which was really appropriate, and made me cry in my seat. Some days I think I speak of Grace more than I actually experience it for myself. So, that's kind of where I'm at at the moment. Much love, friends.

home now.
I had an amazing adventure between my car and a set of railroad tracks...I think the tracks won this time, but my car, she's a survivor! This past week I have:
lived with families of 1, 2, 3, and 7 (well, 6 plus 1 plus me plus 4 before that...tough to explain...let's just say officers with the gift of hospitality have very busy households!)
drank lots of tea
become a mother of four (only 2hours at a time, though!)
learned 2 songs in Kikongo language
helped out with worship in Moncton, NB
got to eat pizza with a bunch of teens and hear about their 'twisted Christmas' stories
danced through two carolling concerts at an old-folks home
taught myself and two girls how to play a new song called "If my people" based off of 2 Chron. 7:14 (same chords as 'Heart and Soul', but more soulful tune!)
sang at a "fire and water" congregation meeting
got a speeding ticket
made my gramma cry (in a good way, I think!...at least I hope)
busted over some train tracks
spent $150 on gas alone
found out my gas line was leaking
went shopping with my grandad
stayed up talking to my cousin until 1am
stayed up talking to my mom until 1am
bought a few more gifts for Christmas
learned a little more about tools
it's been a good week!
much love friends!

Riverview NB

I am now in Riverview, New Brunswick, and will be for two more days, and then the trip continues into Toronto. I am living with good officer friends, Dave and April MacNeilly, their four girls, and their cadet, Edi Matondo.
Living with four girls is wonderful and crazy and hectic all at once. Not a problem if you have nothing to do and nowhere to be, but once you have something to get ready for that's a whole different story!
I grew up in a very small household of only me and my mom, and my brother who had moved out by the time I was eight years old, so for the most part, it was just me and my mom. This is a whirlwind of many different things for me, and I still have no idea where God is leading me from here. Much love, all.

Craptastic

I just had to send out a quick note into the blogosphere about 'craptical' gifts. They're something between 'crap' and 'practical'. It's a new word I made up. With Michelle. Gotta go clean my oven before I pack the car. Much love, friends. and happy 'craptical' shopping!

the countdown begins...

Four more days until I no longer live in Bangor....funny, I don't feel like I'm leaving, though!
Today we held a memorial service for Ken Cassidy. Very informal, just some good-hearted sharing of memories with friends and two of his children, who are amazing individuals, by the way.
Yesterday was our corps Christmas party, and tomorrow I'll be taking some gifts to seniors for Christmas- another ministry I'm suprised to say that I love. One of the first ladies I saw when I went out last week grabbed my arm and asked me if I could come back and visit with her again. Her name is Edith. So many lonely people, and all they want is someone to listen to them, to be a friend. It's really not hard, just sit yourself down in a room and let them tell you their life story. You'll be suprised the things you learn about life and God and yourself in the middle of all that. Much love, friends!