Most of my family find it funny that I keep losing my belongings. They laugh or roll their eyes when I ask them if I have seen my favourite grey (100 percent merino) jumper.[1] Except Mum, who brings up that she can’t find hers either.
I feel like I am slowly losing my marbles. Metaphorical ones. I probably lost the real ones when I was younger.
I have been busy wondering and worrying whether I will be able to get the US J1 Visa. Issuance was temporarily paused so that American consulates could be trained to better search applicants’ social media. Now J1 appointments can be booked again but it is still unclear whether I would actually be issued a VISA after I pay nearly three grand…
I was also emailed last Friday that my role at Hohepa will end because the disability sector has lost funding. Although, they assured me they will put me up for another role within the organisation.
I am still stuck on what to do for work in the future… Ski patrol? Policy? Psychology Masters? History Lecturer? Counsellor? Wedding photographer? Pottery apprenticeship? None of these things I am qualified for and there isn’t anything leaping out at me at the moment. I am jealous of people who seem to have strong occupational callings and unfortunately, ChatGPT has taken a lot of the communications jobs, so it is not realistic to dream of being a travelling writer for National Geographic!
With so much and so little going on in my brain I find it hard to make space to connect with God. Before I can catch up on sermon recordings on the church website I should find my jumper, tidy my room, clean my car, start CVs or sort a new bank account that gives me more interest.
And yet, Jesus’ told parables about birds being fed and flowers being clothed to exemplify God’s provision (AKA stop worrying about superficial things), stop me in my tracks because 1.) what incredibly annoying advice and 2.) how beautiful.[2] I just need to have faith that it will all work out.
[1] Please let me know if you see my jersey somewhere !!
[2] Mathew 6:26-30