Vanuatu
Coming home
God had truly blessed me and looked after me on one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Although I was extremely reluctant to come home, I can't say it was awful getting a big hug from my mummy :P And my parents allowing me to talk from Melbourne to Warrnambool non stop about everything I could possibly blurt out. I was also very proud of myself for braving an international connecting flight and returning home in one piece!
I came home to my ridiculously huge wardrobe of clothes, shoes and things and felt completely ridiculous. It took me weeks to adjust to the feeling of being home, as I'd officially caught the travel bug and felt no need to be sitting at home! Everything around me seemed in excess, as I had experienced the richness of people's lives with hardly anything. Every time I heard someone complain, I could no longer compute the third world "problems" that people constantly would talk about having ("I have no space left in my house," "I don't have enough money to pay for that," "I have no time to do that for you," "I have no time to make it to that meeting"). I could no longer fathom why people act so busy and are so reluctant to put in time to help others when I'd lived in a culture of complete generosity and time being given freely and willingly.
I came home to my ridiculously huge wardrobe of clothes, shoes and things and felt completely ridiculous. It took me weeks to adjust to the feeling of being home, as I'd officially caught the travel bug and felt no need to be sitting at home! Everything around me seemed in excess, as I had experienced the richness of people's lives with hardly anything. Every time I heard someone complain, I could no longer compute the third world "problems" that people constantly would talk about having ("I have no space left in my house," "I don't have enough money to pay for that," "I have no time to do that for you," "I have no time to make it to that meeting"). I could no longer fathom why people act so busy and are so reluctant to put in time to help others when I'd lived in a culture of complete generosity and time being given freely and willingly.
I did enjoy seeing my cute nephew in his new Vanuatu shirt!
After my very impacting experience of the AOG church in Port Vila, I felt passionate about raising some money to get them an electric guitar. After meeting the youth president and being inspired by his heart for God and desire to help the young people of Vanuatu, I wanted to use the financial blessings we have here in Australia to benefit him as a guitarist in the church. The musical talent of the people was an amazing sight to see, and to provide them with their first electric guitar will be something that they will put to better use than any of us probably ever could! I communicated this passion of mine to my church and have so far been able to reach half of my goal ($800) in just a few short weeks. (If you want to bless these people by contributing, please please contact me!) Reaching this goal will make such an impact on these wonderful men and women and will only increase their faith in God's ability to provide for all of their needs.
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