It’s been exactly two months since I’ve arrived in Australia, yet it feels so much longer. Before I dip into the deeper aspects of this post, I figured I should share some light-hearted Australia things I’ve experienced lately.
- The weather range is crazy. It went from 107°F (42°C) to 68°F (20°C) in 24 hours a couple of weeks ago. Without rain or anything. I was in awe.
- Planner vs. Diary vs. Journal. A planner is a diary and a diary is a journal. People understand what I’m trying to say when I mention a planner, but I still receive odd looks.
- Chicken. Katsu. Don. Why did no one tell me how good it was with Japanese Curry?!?! If you knew and you’ve been in my life for a while, how can I ever trust you again? The Asian food here is a blessing.
- There is no hard cider here, only cider. Which means Aussies don’t know the magic of Autumn’s sweet elixir that is apple cider. Which is NOT the same as apple juice. As I’ve asked for it in restaurants I’ve gotten, you guessed it, more odd looks.
- Barefoot Folks. I have seen more people than I expected walking around with no shoes on. I envy their trust in the safety of this city’s pavement and confidence in how their feet look.
- HOT CROSS BUNS ARE A REAL THING. As a kid learning to play the insufferable recorder in music class, one of the first songs I learned was a tune called Hot Cross Buns. For literally 25 years I thought it was a weird made up thing that teachers thought would make us laugh as we sang and played it. NOPE! It’s a legit bun that people eat here in Australia around Easter. It tastes alright, not my thing, but whatever. I’m just freaking out that this imaginary food actually exists. That must mean unicorns exist too! SHOW YOURSELVES.
- Holiday lasts forever. Holiday, or vacation as us Americans say, is so serious in Australia. Apparently, starting the week before Christmas until late January/early February, everyone checks out. This includes coffee shops, companies, and restaurants. It’s incredible. Aussies have got to be the most relaxed people I’ve ever encountered. I WISH America knew how to chill this hard.
And that brings us to the epicenter of today’s post! Follow meeeeeeee
The whole country taking a chill pill is wonderful, but for someone like me who’s searching for a job, it’s quite torturous. Multiple locals have told me I should not expect to land a position anywhere until mid February or early March. This means I’ll be watching my lovely savings dwindle for longer than I originally planned. I began to think to myself, “I had too much faith coming here.” As expected, my prayers for a job subsided and I became deeply discouraged. I wondered if I left America too soon, if I should have remained at my job longer, if I somehow missed God telling me it was not time yet.
Prayer is the first thing to go, personally, because I figure God already knows what’s going on, but isn’t concerned about it currently. It has just enough truth to make think my detachment from my hopes is mature and noble, but it isn’t. I am just a serial quitter. I blame it on the fact that nearly everything I’ve done has come easily to me when I was growing up. School, music, behaving, and even the things I wanted came quickly and with little effort. If anything was difficult I reasoned it was not for me to have or take part in. We could sit on this character flaw of mine for longer, but we must press on!
As I continued to think and think and my thoughts began to have thoughts of their own, I came to the conclusion that I need to create a deadline. It was a sobering thought, but important to decide when I need to pack up and return if things don’t go as hoped. Once I put a stamp on that date/circumstance I was faced with the question, “So, what should I do in the interim?”
Apply to heaps of jobs of course. But how do I survive the waiting war? There are two sides battling to take hold of me, we’ll call them the Frantic Squad and the Faith Brigade. The Frantic Squad’s tactic is to lure me in with overthinking, doubt, and making me believe that worrying through the wait is best. Meanwhile, the Faith Brigade is assuring me that prayer, mindfulness, and hope will see me through this time of anticipation. Day in and day out they tug at me and sometimes one is victorious over the other. At other times, I’m a bit detached from it all because I just don’t want to go there in my mind. I spoke to one of my best friends last week and she reminded me that praying with a single shred of faith is better than not praying at all. It was important for me to hear because what normally happens in my mind is:
“James 2:6-7 says that if I doubt when I ask God for something I shouldn’t expect to receive it. So obviously I shouldn’t pray right now. But what if I ask God to help me to overcome my unbelief like the guy in Mark 9? Ah that doesn’t make sense because I still am wrestling with doubts. Gqewurojvojaubeu…”
In that moment, I related to the disciples who walked with Jesus and saw these amazing miracles, but still struggled with having faith. Jesus never gave up on them, He told them their faith was too small, but He didn’t give up. He taught them to pray more effectively, fast properly, and He showed them more miracles. He used as many parables, teaching moments, and pep talks as they needed to grow in their faith. While the disciples’ faith was weak, they still had enough to continue walking with Jesus and strive to learn from Him. Their faith was much less than it could have been, but it wasn’t non-existent. And if they still became the spiritual giants they left the Earth as, then there’s hope for little ol’ me too.
I intend on surviving this intermission with my faith in tact, prayers in motion, and time spent on what is important. In a way, I’m getting to have a long vacation to get my mind and heart right and rested for what’s next. Whatever that may be. There are many skills to be learned, personality traits to be developed, and people to love in the meantime. If you’re in a similar situation to me, we will stay afloat and see the other side sooner than we think! Remember…
Moore Awaits ❤️