Forget performance. Such a beautiful concept of true love from God!
It’s so amazing to fully experience this simplicity.
How can it be real to display hope, care, and trust with one simple word?
The simplest form of true vulnerability in one simple word.
Just one simple word is all it takes to display His deepest nature.
That’s the simple form of this true love that remains uncomplicated.
Don’t overthink it. Childlike simplicity. That is all it takes.
This poem was inspired by events from my past week at a camp I volunteered at…
Quick backstory: This camp I’m referring to is for children in the foster care system / from broken homes. It’s a week for these kids to come as they are, where they can forget their worries / tough lives, and just have fun, while experiencing and being surrounded by this true Love. So, while getting ready to go to this camp, I was advised to remain strong because these kids could be violent / rude / closed-off from others (especially authority figures). So, I started the first day with this expectation that I would get hit or yelled at by children (maybe a little harsh; but I had no idea what to expect). And, although that did happened a few times (it happened a lot less than I was expecting), I actually started to see so much love in these kids. And, I quickly realized that if I operated out of fear / uncertainty around these kids, they could sense it, and wouldn’t be able to fully trust me. So, as soon as I just simply started operating with God’s love, I started seeing so much love in these kids. A love that was there all along, but was hiding behind brokenness and fear.
And, in that moment, when I saw so much simple love come out of such little people, with so much brokenness and fear, I fully experienced Love in it’s simplest form. I truly realized that, if these kids (with all they’ve been through) can still have so much love to give; then how much more can I give?
Thanks for reading!
Alternate title : “Love Uncomplicated” inspired by this song
If you don’t know where I’ve been for the past 4 months, check out this post before reading the following story.
Running Chasing Catching Finding Discovering Learning Building Working Crying Smiling Laughing Hiding Hurting Thinking Talking Processing Praying
Popping Breaking Destroying Tearing Shattering
This is my story from the past 4 months about how I discovered my true freedom by popping bubbles:
You see, before coming to YWAM (Youth with a Mission) to do a DTS (Discipleship Training School), I used to have these bubbles. They were safe places where I could go to hide, where I could go to just feel safe, and where I could go to get away from everything. And, I was content in my own little world surrounded by these bubbles. Or, so I thought…
“Please don’t pop my bubbles!”
I felt content with my bubbles because they gave me a sense of safety. I liked looking at their beauty because they made me feel loved. I enjoyed their peacefulness because they made me feel comforable.
But, these bubbles would also really hurt me. I wouldn’t be able to let people get too close because they would pop them. Letting people get close enough to pop them seemed like a good and productive idea, but it never was because they never knew which bubbles to pop at the right time. They just wanted to pop them all right away before I was ready, which led to me being hurt often.
“Some people have no self-control with bubbles.”
So, during the past 4 months, I’ve been slowly learning that I am the one that gets to decide when I’m ready to pop a bubble. When I know I’m ready to pop a bubble, that’s when I can let others in to help and encourage me in the process. I’ve learned that I can’t just let people get close enough and expect them to not pop any bubbles. So, I need to know when the right time for me is to let people get close enough to avoid being hurt by them choosing which bubbbles to pop in their timing.
“Stop! That’s too much, too fast; slow down please!”
So, I’ve learned that in order to let people get close enough, I need to start popping these bubbles on my own (with help & support) because it’s the only way I will feel ready to pop each bubble. I’ve discovered that only when I’m truly ready to pop a bubble / get rid of something will I feel complete freedom from it.
“It won’t hurt if you’re ready.”
Sometimes I might think I’m not ready, but that’s when I learn how much power fear has in my decisions. Sometimes it takes others to encourage the popping of bubbles.
Freedom won’t be comfortable at first; it takes courage to allow hurt to enter our lives. But, when we start seeing the process of popping bubbles as an exciting and joyful time, we forget about the hurt because we start to see our life in a new, clear way; without the distraction of bubbles.
“Freedom is right in from of you! But, will you choose it?”
Freedom is an interesting concept because they say it’s freely given to you, and you can take it when you want. But, they fail to mention how much it hurts to actually receive it because it costs’ your total comfort. But, that’s when you have to ask yourself:
“Is freedom worth your comfort?”
Well, during the past 4 months, I’ve learned that my answer is definitely YES. I’ve decided that I am fully willing to step out of my comfort zone to gain freedom because it’s so worth it, and at the end of the day I can’t hold onto them forever anyway. I’ve realized that if giving-up my self-made comforts is all I need to do to receive true freedom then, I am willing to pop any bubbles that stop me from receiving this amazing freedom.
And, that’s my story from the past 4 months.
Thanks for reading! I hope this inpsired you to think about the things in your life that could be holding you back from receiving true freedom. If I’ve learned anything during this time, it’s that: TRUE FREEDOM IS WORTH SO MUCH MORE THAN YOUR COMFORT!
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The peace, the mountains, the small town vibe, the locals, the tourists, the cafes, the hiking trails, the lakes, etc…
From every little thing; living in a small national park town is: “interesting”. I can say from experience that it’s not for everyone, but everyone should definitely try to experience it at least once. You can really learn a lot! I’ve lived in a small national park town for a year now (6 months at a time), and I can truly say that each time, I’ve learned something new. The first time, I didn’t like it so much, and I kept saying: “too small, not for me.”. But, the second time, I was better prepared. I was mentally ready to enjoy the peace, hiking, cafes, tourists, locals, and everything that you get to experience when living in a small national park town. And, so, I decided to make a video showing what it’s like to live, & work in a small national park town.
Thanks for reading my blog this past year! I wish you a Happy New Year! Cheers to an amazing new year ahead, full of new opportunities!Let’s accomplish our goals together; comment below with your goal(s) for 2019!
So, 2 months ago I was living in Chile and the last time I went to the bank to get money for some souvenirs, I thought about how much money/souvenirs I wanted. And, since the bank machines were in Chilean pesos I had to do the math, converting Chilean pesos to Canadian dollars. And, while looking at the bank machine screen, thinking about how much Canadian $ I wanted to withdraw from my account, I realize that even if I only took $50 that would equal $25,000 pesos, which I know could buy quite a bit of souvenirs.
And, that’s when it hit me.
$1 a day can actually go a long way!
Those campaigns aren’t lying?
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And, because of this moment, I thought of those sponsor child companies and how I always thought their $1/day marketing strategies seemed crazy and unreasonable because I always thought: “What could $1 really do? I mean seriously, you can barely buy a chocolate bar with a dollar; What is a child in another country going to do with it?”.
Well, let me just say that after taking this money for some souvenirs, I bought a lot of souvenirs (and I still had money left). And, I, now, know that in another country a dollar can actually buy a lot.
For example: 1 dollar in Chile is worth about 500 pesos And, with 500 pesos in Chile, you can buy a drink and a chocolate bar (and still have some change left).
So, those campaigns that tell you that sponsoring a child for $1/day can make a difference, are actually telling the truth, which took me a second to believe, but they’re right. …What!?
Think about it: If you give someone $1 for an entire months (and they save it); by the end of the month, they’ll have $30, which they can use for extra things (like clothes, school, things they probably couldn’t afford to buy with money from their income because of, well, you know…bills.
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I don’t, in any way, want to guilt you into donating. I’m only sharing this because when I finally realized the worth of $1, I was shook. And, I just wanted to share my realization that those dollar a day sponsor campaigns actually really do make a difference in someone else’s life in another country. One dollar, for someone in another country would enable them to buy the small daily necessities, and save the money they make (which is probably about $1 a day) for bills, like a house and an education. In some countries, education is not even free (that education could enable them to get a better job)!
Thanks for reading! I’ll leave you with this question that I asked myself when I realized this: Who knew $1 could actually make such a difference?
And, if you’re still not convinced (like I was), go to another country (with a certain amount of money for the month) and set yourself a budget. And, try to also notice those around you, and observe the difference between their daily lifestyle and yours.
A lot of people live off of $1 a day, so your donations would help them a lot. It would literally double their income!
Coming back home after living abroad for a time is not easy!
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Yup, Reverse Culture Shock! It’s a real thing!
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So, I’ve only been back from Chile for about a week now and the only way I can describe coming home after living abroad for a time is: “weird” & “confused”. In Chile, everything felt so normal. Living there just felt like normal living, but now everything I do here seems weird and different. For example: It’s dark outside right now (@8pm which is 2hours earlier than I’m used to, but that’s not the point). So, it’s dark and I just turned on the lights in my room and it actually made the room somuch brighter, like almost unbearably bright. It’s like I wasn’t even used to light anymore (except for natural sunlight, I saw that everyday☺). But, why did this light just give me a headache?-“confusing” Or, another example: I went to the grocery store the other day (to get one thing) and I could barely find it (it took me a good 10minutes of wandering around before I found it). Everything seemed to be in a different place then what I became used to in Chile. And, that’s not all. I think one other thing that makes coming home even “weirder” and more “confusing” is that now I’m comparing things from Chile to here, but I didn’t compare things from here in Chile. So, why am I doing it now?-“weird”
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Yes, home feels familiar and looks pretty much the same, but there are a few things that are different that you can’t understand why they changed, but they just did. In the (what felt like a short amount of) time that you were away, so much has changed, yet somehow, everything is still the same. It’s pretty hard to describe this “factor” because the things that seem like they changed only seem different to you because your brain has “evolved” (it’s like it’s playing tricks on you). It’s tricking into thinking home is different because you are no longer fully consumed by every little thing that happens at home because you’ve seen things/problems much bigger.
Your new perspective is showing you not to consume yourself with little things at home because the world is so much bigger than your little problems and there are many more & bigger problems in the world!
Culture shock, or even Reverse culture shock, is not something that should stop you from traveling! I think culture shock and reverse culture shock are important things to notice and feel when traveling because they make you more aware of yourself and the world around you!
Here’s a picture that I think well-describes culture shock and reverse culture shock: #9 should make you want to travel (it does for me)!
So, today’s post is a one-word prompt about the word “crave”.
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So, it’s very late at night (this might be a short post) and I almost forgot to write today. And, the first things that came to my mind when I remembered that I had to write something for day 3 was: “I crave mac & cheese”.
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I’m not exactly sure why this came to mind because mac & cheese isn’t really my favorite meal, but, I have been living in Chile for a few weeks now, and I think its’ simplicity, homey & comforting feel made me crave it.
This also made me realize that, when we travel, we usually crave the simple, little things from home. And, when we are home, we crave/miss the simple, little adventures from our past/future travels.
Simple things really do make a difference! Don’t overlook the little things! Small things make more of an impact than you would think!
Thanks for reading this short & very late, but, hopefully, somewhat, insightful post!