Unfortunately in Miami, we only get two seasons: Summer and Hell on Earth (which usually happens around July or August). But for me, as one season of my life ends, a new one begins…
What do you get when you put an elderly Korean, a golden hearted Guatemalan, a Jehovah Witness, a Colombian, a Pentecostal Haitian, a dancing Puerto Rican, and a white girl with no waitressing experience in an Italian restaurant? You get Pizzafiore Miami Shores, and you get an incredibly hilarious and slightly dysfunctional group of people that come from very different walks of life. These people started out as strangers, but quickly became a part of my family.
I never thought that my life could be impacted by others so quickly. I walked into this job with anxiety, doubt, and fear, but I left it with patience, love, and an open mind. (Not to mention the ability to make a killer Cuban coffee.)
I was put in this place for a purpose, and I know that God’s hands were all over it. I was taught how to serve, how to listen, how to stand firm, and how to let go. When my “prideful self” thought that I would be the one making a difference around this joint, I was the one being changed, being humbled, and being challenged.
I am incredibly grateful for the time spent at the restaurant, but every season eventually comes to an end. This step of faith is leading me into a time where preparation, focus, and perseverance are going to be crucial. Spending time with my friends and family is going to be a priority, and fundraising will be my main goal. Though the season may seem less hectic, it won’t be easy.
I have trouble “resting” because I have always been a “doer.” I’ve realized that it’s time for me to be still. It’s time to finally let go of the parking brake and the steering wheel and enjoy sitting in the passenger seat of this wild ride called life while my God, who I like to call my “Sovereign Chauffeur” takes the wheel and drives. There will be twists, turns, speed limits, detours, accidents, and oh so many adventures….
But my God knows where He’s going because He paved the road, so I will roll the windows down with my seatbelt buckled and the music blasting… and I will make the most of every second of it.