The sermon this morning was delivered by our church’s lead pastor who recently returned from a study leave. He visited his family in Canada during his leave and it had been 4 years since he last visited. He got a bit emotional when he talked about seeing his elderly parents and noticing how they had aged over the years.
It reminded me of my summer vacation in Canada and the many emotions that aroused when connecting with my friends and family there after 4 years. I do miss the simple life in Canada, but at the same time, I know I’ll be missing my elderly parents if I do decide to move back to Canada and start life anew.
Met up with a few friends at the studio on Wed. to see if there might be projects we could collaborate on. The youngest one whom I only got to meet after returning from summer vacation was sounding very ambitious and almost ready to invest a large sum of money on buying machines. I started thinking about the possibility of partnering up with him to initiate some big green projects, but I was wary of investing in this deteriorating city.
A friend from LA messaged me early the past week asking for my address to send out his annual Christmas card. We exchanged greetings and I told him how suffocating it felt living in this city, he seemed to understand and offered his sympathy. Another friend from Canada whose family I hung out with most often during the summer vacation also messaged me in the middle of the week. Without me saying a word, he seemed to understand the suffocation I have been feeling since returning to this city for 3 months.
There was a poem I came across in my daily devotions. The poet told God that he wanted to stay in the field because there were flowers, but God insisted that he should follow His guide to the city despite the smog and other nuisances because it’s in the city that the poet will find the crown.
I probably would like it better to start life anew in Canada, but it seems God would like me to stay in this deteriorating city for a little longer. Is that right, God? 🙏🏻
