|Before I even left the Philippines God had already provided in more ways than one for when I arrived in Canada. I had a place to stay during my quarantine. My brother convinced me to tree out tree planting for a month. He has been doing this for the past five years. He loves it and so I figured now is the perfect time to go. I haven’t seen him or spent much time with him since I went out to the Philippines so I decided now is the perfect time to spend with him and experience his world for a bit. So far living in a tent and planting trees for about eight plus hours a day hasn’t destroyed my body yet. I am looking forward to sleeping in a bed but I’ve been enjoying this experience. Thankfully the weather for the most part has been sunny. We’ve had one rainy day and it was miserable. There is a big difference between tropical rain and Canadian rain! Lee has the opportunity to go on several Helicopter rides to where we are planting for that day. It’s been quite the experience!
I’ve loved spending time with Nathan and being apart of his life here. It’s worth all the sore muscles, Horse flies, cold rain and hail. I’ve learned he has an amazing reputation here amount the tree planters. It’s been so cool hearing how much people respect and admire him.
Another fun part is Kenzie Yango, who was in our dorm growing up decided to join for the month so we could all be together again. He actually got Nathan into tree planting. It’s been fun having another “brother” here helping me out and catching up with him.
I’ve discovered that God in the tree planting world comes with a lot of pain and distrust amongst many. The stories I’ve heard have been heartbreaking. One girl who I’ve gotten to know has shared her story with me. She use to believe in God but he never protected her from her abusive dad whenever she asked or he never helped her when she asked for help to find her mom or save her from the life she was in. It broke my heart to hear her story and her hurt. She loves it when I ask how I can pray for her. Another girl left the church because she didn’t like how Christians treated those who didn’t believe in God. When I told her my story about being a missionary kid and now a missionary myself we spent the next several hours talking about God and her struggles of how Christians have hurt her more than non Christians. I shared a bit of my story of my last few years regarding Faith Academy. She was amazed I still believed and trusted God and other Christians after everything. My experience there has give me a chance to relate with her in many ways. I know there is many more conversations to come and I’m excited to see what God will do in both our lives.