So here we are, embarking on a new journey. As I have told others, we are moving; to a new country, continent and hemisphere. For Luke, this is a big change as well, since coming back to Australia was not something that he had expected. As he has told others, "When I left Australia for Canada in 2006, I didn't think I was coming back."
We have now been here for two weeks, and have visited an ocean area once. It is winter, but in the 20's (upper 70's). I (danielle) have not had multiple moments basking in the sunshine, loving everything, absolutely everything. What I have had are conversations with a loving family that have welcomed me here as a daughter, some theological conversations, and a few driving lessons. I think those kind of moments (with the family that is), are of more weighted value that when Luke and I went driving and I saw some kangaroos, a koala in the next-door neighbors house, and a variety of parrots in our backyard. I think it is easy to underestimate the difficulty in a move, no matter how lovely a place is. People are still people, you are still you, and the realities of job-searching and cultural barriers can be frustrating no matter what part of the globe you touch. Finding any moment of understanding is like a touch of grace given directly from God. That you are not alone, that He sees you and will carry You through the times where something as simple as new slang and shopping in a supermarket can be overwhelming.
Thankfully, with the assistance of the loving Williams family, I am able to ask questions when something like "Your not in my road," or "Go for your life," are said. If I were to make a comparison to an American about this learning process, I would compare it to someone who has not seen text/computer acronyms and then suddenly seeing, LOL, BRB, and the like.
What the true test has been is learning to drive a stick shift. I have had a few moments of screaming, and yes, crying in the car. When something intuitive and once simple becomes a tasking chore, frustration is an automatic response. Luke is a patient teacher, taking me out even when he is tired.
Luke has, for the past couple weeks, been taking the role of his father's job, delivering papers starting between 3:30-4:00am. This has been a challenge for him as well, since jet lag and a general lack of sleep has not allowed him to catch up.
I have been taking it easy, something foreign to me. I am used to taking the reigns, hurrying up and getting to whatever the next step is. Except, as most of you know, Luke and I did not plan or anticipate what it would look like here, we stepped out in obedience to what we felt God was leading us into. Now, this could be some "big" thing, which is what the Christian mind automatically brings us to whenever there is a statement of him leading anything. But at present there is the mystery of just following, and being here is Brisbane could be the simplicity of working and saving, and praying for what life here means. I am seeking a job as a teacher aid, or something related to administrative work (I have a much larger preference for the first thing). The odd thing is, well, for North Americans, is that the school year runs from about March to December, not September to June. So most positions are taken for the 2009 school year, and people might be hiring for 2010. So any positions open are for people who quit mid-year. Please be praying that we can rest that as we seek He is in control.
Thanks for reading, we LOVE when you leave comments (well, I do : )
Be praying for adjustment to life here, to have time for each other, and that we would rest and seek out the Lord for what this initial time is for.
We have now been here for two weeks, and have visited an ocean area once. It is winter, but in the 20's (upper 70's). I (danielle) have not had multiple moments basking in the sunshine, loving everything, absolutely everything. What I have had are conversations with a loving family that have welcomed me here as a daughter, some theological conversations, and a few driving lessons. I think those kind of moments (with the family that is), are of more weighted value that when Luke and I went driving and I saw some kangaroos, a koala in the next-door neighbors house, and a variety of parrots in our backyard. I think it is easy to underestimate the difficulty in a move, no matter how lovely a place is. People are still people, you are still you, and the realities of job-searching and cultural barriers can be frustrating no matter what part of the globe you touch. Finding any moment of understanding is like a touch of grace given directly from God. That you are not alone, that He sees you and will carry You through the times where something as simple as new slang and shopping in a supermarket can be overwhelming.
Thankfully, with the assistance of the loving Williams family, I am able to ask questions when something like "Your not in my road," or "Go for your life," are said. If I were to make a comparison to an American about this learning process, I would compare it to someone who has not seen text/computer acronyms and then suddenly seeing, LOL, BRB, and the like.
What the true test has been is learning to drive a stick shift. I have had a few moments of screaming, and yes, crying in the car. When something intuitive and once simple becomes a tasking chore, frustration is an automatic response. Luke is a patient teacher, taking me out even when he is tired.
Luke has, for the past couple weeks, been taking the role of his father's job, delivering papers starting between 3:30-4:00am. This has been a challenge for him as well, since jet lag and a general lack of sleep has not allowed him to catch up.
I have been taking it easy, something foreign to me. I am used to taking the reigns, hurrying up and getting to whatever the next step is. Except, as most of you know, Luke and I did not plan or anticipate what it would look like here, we stepped out in obedience to what we felt God was leading us into. Now, this could be some "big" thing, which is what the Christian mind automatically brings us to whenever there is a statement of him leading anything. But at present there is the mystery of just following, and being here is Brisbane could be the simplicity of working and saving, and praying for what life here means. I am seeking a job as a teacher aid, or something related to administrative work (I have a much larger preference for the first thing). The odd thing is, well, for North Americans, is that the school year runs from about March to December, not September to June. So most positions are taken for the 2009 school year, and people might be hiring for 2010. So any positions open are for people who quit mid-year. Please be praying that we can rest that as we seek He is in control.
Thanks for reading, we LOVE when you leave comments (well, I do : )
Be praying for adjustment to life here, to have time for each other, and that we would rest and seek out the Lord for what this initial time is for.



