I can not believe that I have been in Seattle for 2 months now, 2 MONTHS! WOW! There has been days where I feel like I completely trust and have faith in God and know that He has called me to Seattle, and then there are days in which I have no faith, feel so discouraged, and alone. Each time I doubt, God is right by my side confirming that I am suppose to be here, to be patient, and trust Him. There are so many stories of God’s confirmation of God reminding me of His love and provision for me. I was talking with a friend one day about how I wanted to get a haircut but did not want to spend money on a haircut while I didn’t have a job. I went to a women bible study that week and they were handing out raffle prizes. One of the prizes was a free haircut to an expensive salon and I was thinking in my head “I would really like that God” and guess who won that prize…God is so faithful to provide even in the little things we desire. It was just another whisper "May, I have you in my hands, don't worry."
There is a friend that I had met on online when I first looked into moving to Seattle. She felt called to move up to Seattle around the same time I was moving. It has been neat to have here in Seattle as we both are going through the same journey. She has taught me a lot about myself, how selfish, self centered, impatient, and unable to really take the time to look around and see what God is doing….It has been a humbling, painful, repenting, and amazing time. I am truly thankful that God has given me the last couple of months to break me down more than I thought I needed and rebuild me again. There was one day that we decided to explore Seattle together and head down to Pikes Place (huge Farmers Market in the downtown area.) We walked the 2 miles down, which should have taken more than 30 minutes, but somehow took over 2 hours to get there. I have discovered that when I am focused on something, I just go for it and not really pay attention to the journey of it because I am so focused on the end result. This friend of mine on the other hand just took her time heading down…she would stop and talk to people who were selling newspapers, and homeless people. She was really taking in exploring Seattle, while in my head thought exploring would start when we got to the location. That same day, there was a homeless person who asked for money, and although my friend didn’t have any she walked the homeless person to find a hamburger and paid with her card….the closest thing we found was a gyro which we told her was like a Greek hamburger, haha. As we continued talking with the homeless person and asked how we could pray for her, she said that she has breast cancer and that she is homeless. If it wasn’t for my friend, the homeless person may not have had a meal, she may not have known that there people who care, and that she is not alone. This woman is battling breast cancer by herself with no health care! It absolutely broke my heart! I have learned so much more about the love of Jesus through this friend, and so grateful that the Lord has opened my eyes more. Each person on the street has a story to be told and if we can just take a little time to feed them and sit and listen, how much more God can shine through than just handing a dollar bill to them and walking away. I am being pruned and so grateful for it.