For the past five years I have lived in Cuenca, Ecuador. This block of time, I believe was just one of several stages or seasons in my life that our Father in heaven has planned out for me. My life took several giant steps forward during this season. I adopted the first dog I have ever owned. (the significance of this, well, that’s for another blog.) It was in Ecuador where I was turned back and surrendered myself to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. In Cuenca, I developed several very high quality friendships. I started to attend church regularly and began studying “The Holy Bible,” seriously. Months before returning to Canada a very hurtful broken family relationship was restored. In Ecuador, I matured and my character was changed for the better. I discovered Hope, Trust and Faith for the first time in a long, long time and I learned how to Forgive. I’m convinced that on more than one occasion I was spoken to by God, Jesus or the Holy Spirit. I also believe that I was directed to leave Ecuador and move back to Canada.
What does God have planned for me in this new season? Well! I’m really not too sure but here is what has happened and is happening right now.
While still in Ecuador my daughter suggested that she could sure use some help and wanted to know if I would move in with her when I returned. She was running herself ragged going back to school, holding a part-time job and caring for her daughter on her own. I agreed that I would be willing to help her out. (God just provided me with a home) Now, at that time my daughter was living in London, a city with a population of 334,000. A month before moving in with my daughter and granddaughter, she moved out of the city and into a small village.
Here in this little hiccup on the highway between nowhere and somewhere, I find myself with no phone, no television, no shopping, no church, no restaurants, no coffee shops, no barber, and no buses or taxis by which to escape. There are roughly fifty houses here, two of which used to be churches. Thursday mornings are the most exciting time of the week and I look forward to them because the garbage truck comes by and picks up the garbage. I get to wave at the driver/sorter/compacter/collector man.
When everyone is off to work and school, the one thing I do have, is a lot of time, a lot of time alone, a lot of time to think and a lot of time to ponder and muse. Time to consider things, like the relevancy of why. Why am I here? Why am I alive and why does my heart still tick? Why so imprisoned? Why so isolated?
Here’s what I figure. God brought me out of Ecuador and plunked me down here in metropolitan Shedden. Yes, the place actually has a name. For a month and a half, I lazed around rested and ate myself up 2 sizes before I started to think about the WHY. Obviously it was to bring me to a point where for lack of anything else to do, I would ponder, analyze, pray, figure and muse about my life more deeply than ever before. But now the question becomes WHAT. What can I do to fight off boredom? What do I do to keep from fading away? What is my purpose for living?