i’m going to get wrecked. again.
the truth is, is that in 17 days i’ll be boarding a plane (only to board three more planes) to land in a foreign place i’ve never been before- brazil.
i’ll admit it’s random. i’ll admit that i never had my eyes set on brazil (or even south america for that matter). i’m terrified for a 20 hour some flight. i’m scared that i’ll get lost and not be found. i’ll admit that i’m actually nervous.
i’m nervous that i might leave a piece of my heart there.
everywhere i go i leave a little piece.
and another one.
and another one.
and soon enough, my heart will be left scattered in all these different places with all these different people.
i’ll be left with everyone else’s little pieces of their hearts in place of where mine was.
my heart isn’t mine.
it’s a combination of places and people and emotions and struggles that i’ve seen everywhere i’ve been. my heart is filled with compassion and a yearning for others happiness. it’s an ache to make the people i meet know that they are loved and that they hold a purpose.
in their struggle. in their context. in the unlucky drawing of where they ended up.
and maybe that’s what life is supposed to be like.
i know that as soon as i step into recife, my heart will sink and start breaking, but be filled so quickly with hope and joy and happiness.
i’m going to get wrecked.
after mexico, i downplayed short term trips. i thought that because i’ve already lived somewhere else for a longer period of time that i couldn’t get to really know the culture in just a few days.
and it’s true.
but i will get a glimpse.
i’ll hear languages i struggle to understand (portuguese is nothing like spanish. seriously, this really english-kinda-can-speak-spanish- girl is dying). i’ll hear laughter and giggles and be reminded of how the importance to learn about social justice and all of the injustices that are happening around the world are crucial.
i’m going to cry. i’m going to be reminded of why i began a journey dedicated to others back in 2009 when my heart first got wrecked on a 10-day trip to the dominican republic.
i’m going to want to go back.
and that’s one of those blessings and curses when you are always going and always seeing. you don’t want to leave. and when you do leave, you figure out when you can go back. but what happens if you never do?
you carry it in your heart.
you remind yourself of the things seen, experienced, and learned.
you try to share and you try to show with the one’s around you knowing that as much as you try, they won’t fully understand how much of an impact they have had on you. and it’s hard and you’ll get frustrated. but at the end of the day this is a part of your story. to learn and grow and experience.
brazil, i’m ready to get wrecked.
i’m becoming a pastor-
i know what you’re thinking, "well, there goes another one.."
i get it. you’ve had a bad experience with church when you were four and you thought the priest or monk or pastor was scary and terrifying and you begged your mother to never make you go back.
or maybe you are someone who doesn’t believe in a higher power, or that when we die we’re either dead-dead or come back as a monkey or flamingo or something.
i’m not getting into that.
i grew up in the church, but it wasn’t until grade 11 when i started to really love people. my mom always told me that ever since i was walking i was making friends whether it was playing soccer in the summers sitting down during the game picking dandelions with someone from the opposite team or going to camp every summer. i’ve always had this knack for meeting people but i’ve always been scared of getting to be known.
i didn’t want to ever let people in my life but i wanted to get into everyone else’s.
what’s the point of this story?
well, i’m a dreamer and a believer in humanity. i love people. i love writing and creating and i spend my days saying ‘IMAGINE?”. i’ve always had a thing for hearing stories and laughing when people laugh and crying when people cry. i’ve always loved travelling and playing dress-up and pretending to be a celebrity.
perez hilton was my favourite person circa 2009.
i know, i can’t take back that year as much as i try.
so, years later i’m slowly figuring out what tugs my heart strings and makes my eyes pop. i’ve always wanted to make sure people know that they are loved and that they carry a purpose that is all their own.
despite everything, i’m becoming a pastor.
and whatever your feelings are towards the church, i believe that there’s a way we can change things up. and maybe i’m going to be one of those leaders who believe that there really is a possibility to walk into a church and have people believe that it’s okay to not be okay; to have people walk out knowing that they are loved and that they are called.
my dream is for people to understand that at the end of the day, you don’t have to act a certain way or dress in certain things in order to be accepted or valued. my dream is for everyone to find out what makes their heart tug and what makes their eyes pop.
my dream is for people to not let their lives go to waste.
i hope you know how loved you are. i hope you know that maybe today hasn’t worked out for you, but certainly tomorrow holds a new chance. know that there are brighter tomorrow’s. your life matters and your dreams need to become reality.
you need to respect your dreams enough to never let them go.
: i NEED your HELP!
currently brainstorming for a future project and need your input!
embracing your flaws + admitting you’re human-
last night i was having a conversation with a good friend and we ended up talking about a “power couple” who are starting to take my IG feed, twitter feed, and the blog world by storm.
their pictures are always perfect and with words so genuine of how much they love each other, we got talking about how fake they seemed.
we ended up talking about how in the real world context, relationships aren’t as perfect as all those IG pictures seem, and neither are people.
at what point do we stop trying to obtain the idea of perfect and just be happy with ourselves, embrace our flaws, and admit we’re human?
every single day is full of these tiny little surprises. surprises that could make us extremely happy, sad, angry, upset. and the beauty of that? we’re allowed to feel those things. we’re allowed to embrace the emotions that we feel. we’re always allowed to feel what we’re feeling.
the idea of trying to portray that we’re perfect seems like a waste of time to me. if we’re constantly believing that we’re perfect + lead the perfect life, what happens when you realize you’re not? what happens when the little girl comes up to you saying that she “wants to be like you when she grows up” and then a year later she notices that you aren’t as perfect as she thought you were?
it’s annoying that we as living, breathing, human beings have placed an unspoken expectation on each other that screams, “have it all together”.
is it okay to open up? is it okay to tell someone that you had a bad day or that you “can’t even deal” right now?
are you scared that people aren’t going to think you’re perfect?
last week i lived in one big ridiculous dream-
i’m learning that when you ask for the ridiculous, it might just happen. this time last year i got a big, fat “no” to interning with my dream organization to write love on her arms. after that mortifying experience and my dreams getting crushed, i didn’t get my hopes up as much as i should have when i applied for an opportunity to go to brazil with world vision in may. i’m currently a world vision youth ambassador, and i thought that applying i’d have a good chance even knowing that ‘spaces are limited’. after i sent in my application, i was reminded of getting shut down to florida so i told myself that i wouldn’t have any hope.
that was until i got a phone call last week saying something about getting accepted and that i basically had a week to fundraise an entire trip.
i got accepted.
my best friend is going too.
okay, so aside from my ugly cry with tears of joy and screeching for literal minutes, i went from being a five year old with dad’s wallet in a candy store to “oh shoot. i have a week to fundraise. sorry WHAT”.
i don’t know if you’ve ever had to fundraise, but in my 21 years of life i’ve tried to avoid it like the plague despite me being in sports almost every year of my upbringing. i hate fundraising.
i prayed for the ridiculous. i hoped for the ridiculous. i believed that i was going to get my whole trip paid for in 7 days.
i was overly optimistic.
2 days prior to getting a ‘yes’ about brazil i was having a conversation with one of my best friends saying that i couldn’t believe how this school year was almost over. “it’s been bad moment after bad moment. i’m waiting for my big moment and i don’t think it’s going to happen.”
2 days later.
2 stinking days.
this year i’ve struggled with the feeling on being unloved, not knowing what was happening, doubt, confusion and uncertainty.
last week i’ve never been so full of love.
i’ve never cried so much.
i’ve never been so overwhelmed.
God has a plan.
He has a purpose.
You are never alone.
when the what ifs take over your now-
more often than not i find myself stuck in an unrealistic reality; faced with the “what’s currently happening” phase and the “ah, imagine if..” counterpart. i’ve always found myself stuck in all these imaginary dreams that i hold tightly in my “i can do anything and anything can happen” pocket in my brain while i’m always conflicted with the reality of the now.
what happens when you get stuck living in the “what could happen” as oppose to what you’re facing now? what happens when you get so wrapped up in all the possibilities that you forget to deal with and be excited over the now?
the weirdest tension.
i’ll be honest and tell you i’ve passed up pretty incredible opportunities because i “feel like there’s going to be something better”. but i’ve also taken opportunities because “maybe there isn’t anything better”.
i imagine more situations than i probably should because of one word, “IMAGINE?”. i believe that anything and everything is possible because of that one word, but i also second guess more because of the what if’s.
i scare myself out of things because i’m nervous of the things that might happen. i doubt my capabilities because of the “well, there’s someone out there that is better. funnier. nicer. kinder. more loving. more creative.”
i lose myself in moments because i’m “too busy caught up in the what ifs of ten minutes from now, tomorrow, or two years”, but i also find clinging to possibilities, dreams, and the plans of the hope for a brighter tomorrow.
i find myself in the hopeful and the hopeless, the dreams turned reality and the slightly cracked, broken window kinda dreams. i find myself digging for answers in solid pavement when i should be in the garden, and asking questions when i already know the answer. i find myself questioning God’s plans just because i’m too stubborn to admit that i actually can’t do things on my own, and i lack trust somedays because “if i can’t do it, who can?”
whatever you’re dealing with now, possibilities, hurt, lies, dreams bigger than you (and what could seem like bigger ones than God’s planned for your life), i promise you that if you focus on your present condition knowing that life is a process, things will get better.
you work and you heal.
you break and you mend.
your life was meant for more.