Joining the Johnson Service Corps, I had no idea what to expect.
Never in my life have I moved to a new city by myself to live with a group of strangers and engage in regular spiritual experiences with them. Yet, come July, there I was packing up my life to do just that.
Was I nervous? Of course, but more than that I was excited. It felt like starting a new chapter of life, one that I am more than ready to start.
Going into JSC felt natural, like my soul was coming home to something I had not yet experienced and to people I had not yet met.
Now, here we are nearly two months in, and I am more grateful than I thought possible.
My community has been an endless source of love and support since the moment I walked in the door. They are truly a mirror image of Christ, in love and goodness and all things divine.
Since I have been here, I have dealt with some pretty serious relationship issues, and I could not have handled it the way I did without the support of my community. Although we only met a month and a half ago, it feels like I have known them my whole life and that I could trust them with anything. I am grateful every day that they also took the leap of faith to join JSC, because the program would not be the same without them.
My placement has vastly exceeded my expectations. Going into another year of working remotely, I was nervous about how that would impact me mentally. However, my coworkers have done everything in their hands to make it a positive experience. Erica, my supervisor, has consistently gone above and beyond to make sure I have all the tools that I need to succeed. They are yet another light in my life right now, and I am endlessly grateful for them.
For me, being a part of JSC was and is still an act of trust; of trusting God, trusting the program and its organizers, trusting myself and my gut. It is a daily practice of letting go of controlling what comes next, and truly letting God take the wheel.
My soul is coming home, and JSC is there to welcome all of it.