Time

A little thought from little Kev:

Today is my last day here in the Philippines and I swear that the last 3 months have felt like minutes. I honestly can't believe how fast the time has gone by.

I've come to realize that time is something that we all have taken for granted. It's the one thing in this world that stops for no one and if we take advantage of it, it's gone in the blink of an eye and we can never get it back.

I've definitely grown (not taller... I wish!!) as a  person in the last 3 months. For a very long while i've been trying to figure out who I am and what my purpose is and I really think i've found it. All I needed was time. Time was always there for me to use but I never paid any mind to it cause I was always too busy. Coming here forced me to slow it down and not only appreciate time but the alone time with God.

No longer am I trying to figure things out like how much money I can make an hour but now I'm trying to figure out how much I can make of the hour.... you hear that?.... that's the sound of me blowing your mind!! :)

Stay Classy

Ps. If I wasn't so humble I'd say that was the best post I ever wrote.

Just kidding

I think you`re stupid!!

Great!! Now that I have your attention I`ll continue on with the blog :)

So it feels like just yesterday I hopped off that plane and immediately said to myself "What the heck did I get myself into?!" Since then so much has happened. I came here basically a stranger and I leave here with an even bigger family.

8 days.... 8 days and then I head back home to Canada. I'm excited to see all my friends and family that I haven't seen in a while but there is a part of me that really doesn't want to go home. There is a part of me that feels that the work here isn't done. I honestly feel that there is a calling for me to come back here. That might seem a little crazy and stupid cause I'm sure there are a few thousand people here in the Philippines that would love to move to Canada and here I am wanting to do the opposite. Someone told me that if I were to come back to the Philippines as a missionary, it would probably be one of the stupidest moves I could have ever made in my life. Well all that comes to mind is stupid is as stupid does.

A friend of mine told me that you have to be a little stupid and even crazy for wanting to be a missionary. You are going into a place where people would love to get out of. For some that`s crazy.... Not for me.... It kinda seems like the life I would like to live.

Who knows what the Big Guy has in store for me but I do feel that here is where He wants me to be. In the almost 3 months i`ve been here, I`ve learned that life really is a box of chocolates.... You never know what you`re gonna get and you never will if you don`t take that chance and open the box.

Stay Classy