House sitting with the 2 legged kind...

This past weekend I have had a blast....
I've been house sitting with my good friend Emma.

Usually when I house sit I'm accompanied with furry friends of the four legged kind, their fun and full of life (which is a good thing, nothing worse then coming home to a dead pet.... It hasn't happened yet.) but these friends are a little hard to converse with; at least on any basic human level anyway.

BUT....

This time I had a friend of the two legged human kind. It was awesome....
We both had a set of keys, so we were free to come and go as we pleased or as was needed for work and such.
We shared all the duties, with out even communicating it, we just did our part as needed.
We realised that we thought very similarly, often finding ourselves saying or thinking the same thing. We just both happen to be on the same quirky wave length.
And We had fun......
One night we went for a little drive to sus out a possible house rental, and the current tenant was out the front looking at us like we were stalking her, which we weren't....
That night just before bed we went to turn on Emma's fan and found out that the power points in the spare room don't work, so we climbed out of bed and hunted high and low for and extension cord. We ended up using 1 power board and 2 extension cords to make it long enough to reach the nearest working power point. Insanity Emma.
The next night we sat on 'our' couches watching One Tree Hill, both playing Sims on our lap tops. We are so lame.
Saturday night she corrupted me convincing me to not only paint my toenails black, but also my fingernails. (gasp, how dreadful)... (she wears black nail polish, not because shes goth but because she likes to).
And then just this arvo we got Maccas for lunch (our first lot of take out, thank you), and then went shopping with our friend Rach. Had a blast, then she took us to see her block of land, also known as a dirt patch. Now I should mention she has a slightly fancy car with an awesome sun roof, which Emma and myself may or may not have stuck our heads out simultaneously as Rach drove around the new development..... Its was thrilling, fun, a little scary (well it was Rach driving) and most likely a little bit illegal. and to top off a fabulous day we went back to 'our' house and we all played killer bunnies, which I won, and it was mine and Emmas first time playing I might add.

... All in all it was a good test run for Emma and I. We know we can live well together, now all were waiting for is money and a house.

let go...

Why is it so hard to let go and let God?

As posts in the past have suggested I am finding it hard to ‘find a future’ for myself. At the beginning of this year I started at an adult school with the intensions of gaining a TER and a position in the vet science course at uni. Well a lot has happened since then...

After just a term back at school I decided (rightly or wrongly), that it wasn’t for me. I pulled out of my classes and went back to a minimum wage income at my job of 6 years. Don’t get me wrong I love working there. It’s such a friendly atmosphere and I have been blessed with the best boss you could ever ask for; but it’s not a career.

So were to now? I have a passion for children and youth, and for animals. The saying goes don’t work with children and/ or animals, but the truth is that's all I could ever imagine doing. So all I need to do is find a career that encompasses one or both of these passions, right? And fits perfectly into my preconceived idea of the perfect career, right? Well somehow I don't think it's as easy as that.

I may have omitted the fact that I also have a passion for God and serving Him. But what does that look like? I don’t know. And to be completely honest I'm scared to find out.

See I am scared that if I LET GO of my preconceived ideas and what the world tells me is a suitable career, and a healthy enough pay packet. And LET GOD take reign over my future, guide my path, challenge me in ways I never thought possible; then well I wouldn’t be in control.

This is and has been a huge struggle of mine for many years. I am a self admitted control freak who NEEDS to learn that GOD SHOULD be in control, and I am simply the vessel He MAY choose to use. My hopes and dreams pale in significance when it comes to what the Lord can achieve with a willing, eager, and faithful vessel.

Why should I conform to the ways of the world, their actions and their way for thinking? Should I not break free of the strong hold of this worldly thinking and be set a flight by the power, might and strength of GOD? And dare to dream the impossible, because through Him the impossible is made possible; if we have faith and we are in accordance with His will; A will that we will never know about if we don’t have a relationship with Him.