The Longer Ones

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Ch 9 Opportunities

Trying not to be a missionary is weird.

Yeah it was for a short time, but when you're trained to talk and share spiritual knowledge, it can be hard at times to contain it all. For example, in one of my shifts I was talking to this one customer and she randomly brought up the topic of religion. I talked to her and shared with her some of my beliefs and vice versa until I got yelled at by my manager to keep doing my job. IT'S HARD TO SHUT UP!

It's like. I don't know how to describe it. It's like a weird breakup. Errr possibly every breakup. When you leave someone you cared a lot about, you're often stuck with a lot of information that probably won't be used anymore and it's a waste. So much information and detail that's just sitting there. But as irrelevant as it may be, it's still there. Annoyingly there. My faith, my beliefs, my ambitions, sitting here and I don't know what to do with them.

I suppose I could share them! But if I share with the people I know now, it'll bring about the awkward question of, "hey why're you home?" I'm really starting to get tired of that question... like, "didn't you read the email?" But nonetheless I want to share what I've learned. I know that my time there was cut short and I want to keep going. This is where the title of this post comes in.

Finding my opportunities. Whelp... it doesn't come daily as it used to. I still pray, still read my scriptures, and somehow it happens. Maybe it's because of my weird name, or me trying to bring it up in casual conversations, but at times I do talk about it. At work, in Uber rides, in the rain, wherever the Lord sends me, I gotta find a way.

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