Apparently it’s not Monty-Vid-E-O, as my roommate so politely corrected me. I’ll eventually figure it out just as I figured out how to correctly pronounce my middle name by the time I was in middle school.
This is all so real now. First it was “somewhere”, then it was Uruguay, and now I have a home in Montevideo. A city with 200,000 less people than Philadelphia, I think I can handle it. I will be heading down there sometime after mid-August to begin working on administrative projects for the diocese with a few other opportunities thrown in there as possibilities during my time there as well. <–I'm so good at being vague.
Also, I had my first successful conversation in Spanish this past week since 2009. It wasn't the greatest, but a small step is better than no step at all.
You often hear the phrase “taking a leap of faith”, and some may describe what I’m about to do as a leap of faith, but I like to think I’m taking a leap with faith (hence “leaping with faith). I’m packing my bags, grabbing my faith, and going…all the way to Uruguay. I have been accepted into the Young Adult Service Corps (YASC) and will be working with the Episcopal diocese of Uruguay for a year. It it still unknown when I am leaving (sometime later this summer), and what kind of work I will be doing while I am there. No matter what work I will be doing, it will be God’s work. Over the past 5 months I have felt called to do something I did not even know was possible. Dreams are coming true that I did not even know existed. It has been God moment after God moment through the entire process.
So here I go, leaping with my faith, because without it wouldn’t be where I am today, and there is no way I could go anywhere tomorrow without it.