My testimony part 5 (Final part!)

One thing happened 2 years ago that hurt me the most so far in my life. I’m not going to go into details there, but for about a year I did not talk to my best friend. My Grade 12 year I kept getting asked “what are you going to do after you graduate?” For a while I did not know the answer to that. I finally decided I would go to Bible School. I was planning on going for the whole four years as well. As it happened, my parents did not want me to go to Bible School at all. I didn't have the money, I wasn't mature enough, and a lot of different reasons to not go. I went against what they said, because I felt that God was calling me to go there. I arrived there with little money, and almost had to leave after the first five days. God provided money for me at that time, so I was able to stay. I then had to keep waiting for money, and after the first semester I did not have my bills paid off. Second semester I got back, and I had heard about a Student Line of Credit, so I applied for it, and got accepted for the money. I also got accepted to get a student loan, so that was a good surprise as well. I was able to finish school. As I walked across the stage, I was beaming, because I was thinking “I did it. So many people didn't think I would make it this far, I showed them.” I was planning on returning for the fall of this year, but I chose to go the wrong way this summer, and I am now suffering the consequences from it.

Last summer was hard for me. It has been a growing experience as well. I was told by my parents that I needed to work 40 hours a week at some sort of job. As it is in other parts of the world, 40 hour jobs are hard to come by. I finally got a job though, at McDonald’s. I was getting probably about 13-16 hours a week. That was not enough for my parents. I told them that come September I will get more hours because all the high school kids go back to school. I was told I still needed to work 40 hours a week, or “to put an effort into finding another job”. It eventually came down to it that I was moved out of the house. I lived in a room in someone's house for about 4 or 5 months, with only a bike for transportation, (city buses were in a lockout), then moved back into my parents place. I'm working at McDonald's, but looking into getting into the military. What I feel God is calling me to be is a missionary pilot somewhere in the bush. In order to do this, I also need a private pilot’s licence, so it could be a few years before I even get into the field.
Thank you all for reading and I hope it brought some encouragement to your heart. Sorry for it being so long.
In Christ,
Kevin.