Although this picture has little relevance to me relocating, it represents somewhat of a story to me. The beginning stages.
About a month ago I relocated to Australia to help out with youth ministry and to be with my incredible fiancée @just_lil_16.
From the moment we met each other, God’s hand has been extremely evident. I can honestly say that I have never been challenged as much, but challenges harvest results. I have been promised so many jobs and gone for so many interviews that have resulted in little or nothing. I was too slow behind the bar and couldn’t keep up with the volume and pace of the Australian market. I got used to the phrase, “extra hot almond latte” - don’t expect a please, that doesn’t happen here. “Thank you [customer name]” is a callout I would become quickly familiar with. Expectations smashed, I was slowly losing a bit of hope. You know, the green mamba (ZAR) doesn’t trade well in AU.
For a moment I considered a career change. It’s interesting how we’re able to justify everything. “It’ll set me up well for when I open my own place” was something I kept telling myself. But with the noise of train tracks smashing against the rolling wheels I gazed and dreamt about my own place, I couldn’t shake the idea.
I recall taking the train home from one of the worst interviews ever, I felt God tell me that he’s preparing us for a church plant in the future. I’m not sure when, or how. But I know where to place my faith. I’m yet to receive a solid offer, but I know I’m in this industry for a reason.
Thank you for all your support, you guys are truly incredible. ❤️