Everything has to start sometime, right?

    I start a piece and quit. I start another piece and quit again. I continually start and quit pieces because I don’t want to put something out with a lot of errors that doesn’t flow, but I’m over it. I’m over starting over!
    I have tried again and again to write a catchy story of my last four months, but I can’t! I can’t explain what has happened since I finished my last exam in the spring and moved to Medora ND because the whole chain of events is laced with the work of the Lord and to explain that in one piece is impossible! There are so many characters to establish, and the chronology is so intricately woven together that I have a hard time making the series of events make sense! I am frustrated beyond frustrated, but I’m over it!
    So, in May when I moved to Medora, I expected to work my body like a freight train to make enough money to go back to school, but instead I stayed. I didn’t stay because I couldn’t make enough money, and it’s not because I didn’t like school. In fact, I loved school! My roommate was amazing, I had great Christian friends, and volunteered for an organization I absolutely loved, but God had a plan when I applied to Medora, and it was not to make money.
   I received blessing after blessing this summer. From working part time at an amazing little coffee shop run by one heck of a little woman to living in a 9’x12’ dorm with a roommate who I built an even deeper friendship with! Wherever I was in Medora, I was constantly surrounded by hundreds of people, and although I was not in the least fond of this busy, tiny town when I got here, it is now my home.
    On my fifth or sixth day out here, I went to a BBQ at the community center for no reason other than the fact that they were serving free cheeseburgers! Well, those free cheeseburgers were only the beginning. I met a paramedic there who invited me to volunteer with their ambulance service. She asked me two questions: ‘How are you?’ and ‘Do you want to volunteer with the ambulance?’. Of course I said yes! Granted, I had met her once before, but that story is for another time.
    So, within a two week time frame this woman signed me up to be CPR certified and made me a part of the team! Just like that! I guess that’s something you can do when you’re the director of the ambulance, but still to this day, my mind is astonished at how fast and furious everything happened! I’ll save you from all the mushy details for now and just tell you I am almost finished with my EMT class and am preparing for my National Registry exam in December. God is good.
      At that same BBQ I met a couple who I thought was pretty nice. Now, I’m living in their house for the winter. The Theodore Roosevelt Medora Foundation is the reason I have a place to live and a job. Thanks to Billings County I’m taking an EMT class, while getting real experience as a driver; and, shout out to my Dad for supporting me when I think everything is going wrong, or I think I made the wrong decision! Honestly though, I feel confident that Medora is exactly where the Lord wants me to be.
    I had a sign made in September that reads “Bless this adventure” because this life isn’t mine anymore, but belongs to the Lord. I started to say that I plan my days four hours at a time in July because I never know what is going to happen next, and I know now that most times planning even four hours ahead is pointless because God is always bringing me new challenges and delights that I just can’t plan for!
      What I do plan on doing is keeping this Live Leigh Update more updated, but I only plan four hours at a time; so, no promises.
    

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