Meredith Rounsley

Anniversary

Well, Ladies and Gentlemen. Here it is. The one year re-cap.

Just over a year ago I packed most of what I owned, cautiously put it on a plane (I’ll always be nervous for my guitar), and boarded a flight to Sydney, Australia. The only people I knew in this country were my aunt, uncle, and the handful of people I had asked questions of over facebook. I distinctly remember standing in my empty bedroom and surveying the sprawling suburbia of the Hills district from my window. “This is home,” I thought to myself. Perhaps then I was just trying to be convincing. Now I know that it was more of a prophecy.

Over the past twelve months, this little corner of the world has become my world. Here dwells my second family. They are a group of incredibly loyal, passionate, fun loving, and faithful individuals. We have held each other up while our collective lives get turned upside down. Even now, we gather around tables and talk about the crazy living situations and sheer miracles it takes to keep us alive. We may have been put together simply because we’re in the same class, but we have stayed together because we believe in each other.

Living with these people has made me, if anything, more faithful. Nothing beats sitting across from a professional opera singer, a lawyer, a physical therapist, a father, a graphic designer, a marketer, or a writer and hearing about their journey to Bible college. I am inspired daily by their lives and the strength of their faith. Week after week I get to walk into church and witness them BEING the Church. It has been an honour to serve alongside them and learn from their example. It would be an understatement to say that my life has been radically changed by their wisdom and leadership. Never have I been more convinced that God put people in our path for a reason.

This year has been one of triumph, trial, provision, and lack. My heart has been pushed to it’s absolute limit. Sometimes, when it’s really quiet at night, I am convinced that I can hear it beating stronger inside my chest. I have been carried in my weakness, comforted in my anxiety, and reminded that dependency can be the best thing of all. Especially when it is on grace that has been so freely given.

On Friday I officially enroll in my second year of Bible college. I am certain that this year will be full of just as many incredible, impossible, and unfathomable things as the last. And though I walk into this year as a woman, I have fond memories of the scared little girl that got off of that plane last July. I pray that I never lose her sense of expectation.

Here we go!

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