You are my Hope

I am slowly but surely growing restless. I feel stranded in this house much of the time, the result of not having a job yet, and not really having anywhere to go. Not to mention the weight I am gaining here...!

The job search (and by search I mean the waiting on my father and his "connections" in the city) is starting to look promising. There have been two job opportunities to come my way in the last couple days. The first is a receptionist gig at the Native Friendship Centre, which I would love. I am so down for being more and more involved in the Aboriginal community here, and learning what I can about my heritage. The second is working as a bank teller, which would be a great asset on my resume. I basically am open to anything that comes, but either one of these in particular would be a smart choice. 

I found this 3 bedroom house being rented out by a missionary family who are currently residing in Oregon. It's a great deal and includes all utilities. Plus, if I get the job at the Friendship Centre it's only about a mile from there. I would love to begin to live in community with other believers again, and this house seems like the perfect opportunity. The problem is that I don't really know any here yet. And... it would mean moving out of my aunt's house... which would be great, to have my own place I mean, but I do want to submerge myself into the middle of the darkness here. 

AND... what if this house is just a scam? I did, after all, find it on Kijiji. 

I guess I'll just have to see where God directs me in this. I am so hungry for more of His presence in my life. I need to create my own sanctuary here, early in the morning, to go before the thrown of my King and worship. I want to be filled that I may pour out into others. 

I am hungry. 

Today I was with my cousin Jason, who I live with, at his brother's house. Jason and I were watching MTV's The City and we began talking about the things that we value, the things in which we have put our hope. Jesus was just right there in the middle of the conversation. I told him that I really don't put much value in material possessions, that God has transformed my heart and my life so radically that I don't feel like I need new clothes and a killer image to be someone. He didn't respond vocally but I know that he was processing what had been said and really taking it in. God gives me so many openings to share His love with my family, and I am so so so excited about that!

He is faithful.

"Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord."

-Luke 1:45 (NKJV)