Saturday, October 29, 2011

Where your treasure lies

Once again my doubts and fears are short lived. How could anyone be unhappy in Palau? I've come to the realization that my kids need me. Parent teacher conferences went so well and it was really helpful to hear all about my kid's backgrounds. I loved meeting their parents and hearing their thoughts. I even got a "thank-you" for being such a good teaching. It's nice to be appreciated. I've also realized what amazing friends I really do have. Though I'm not there with them this year, they make an effort to keep in touch and it honestly makes me happy. I'm having this amazing experience that's changing my life, and I know that it's meant to be. I feel that I am here for a reason, even if it's not what I wanted. I know why I'm here. God wants me to change someones life, but it might be someone who is SMing here instead of someone who was already here. It's funny how sometimes our purpose is right in front of us, and we try to force something that isn't right for us.
I've always been the kind of person who likes to know what's coming in the future. At this point, being a missionary is the greatest satisfaction with life I've ever had. I really love having this chance to do something for someone other than myself. I love getting to know new people that made the same decision as me. I love walking down the street and waving to people because the whole island knows me. I love jumping into the water in 90 degree weather and feeling the same temperature. Things work out. If I had never come here I wouldn't know how much I love education. I wouldn't have realized how much my view on America could change. Just living with two Europeans for a year has totally flipped my view on American and how other view us. It really changes priorities and I can see what has value and what is supposed to have value. People. Experiences. Lives. Those things are important.

2 comments:

  1. I'm SOOOOOOO happy for you Chelsea!

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  2. How crazy -- I lived with two Europeans while I was there, too! (And three Canadians... all of the other Americans lived in the downtstairs apartment.) Love this post!

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