My coworker: “I know you’re a Christian, but what would you give up for Lent if you were Catholic?”
Me: “Well, I’ve already given it up, but a social life I guess!”
Hi guys, it’s been awhile.
For those of you who know me, and have been following what little of a blog I post, welcome back! If you’re new to reading my blogs, or just someone new to me, then welcome! My name is Theresa and I try to post as many positive and uplifting things as possible. I absolutely LOVE Jesus, so in everything I write, I’ll try to include some sort of scriptural reference, with the occasional exception of a food post.
Sooooooooo....back to today’s post!
(It’s going to be a long one)
In case y'all didn't know, I’ve been living in White River Junction, VT for a little over a month now. I still don’t understand how, but I landed an AMAZING internship at a little place called King Arthur Flour....you know, that company that makes flour for the entire country? If y'all don’t know what I’m referring to, just think about that red bag of flour with the knight on a horse in its logo, the type of flour y'all use to make bread in a bread machine (yes, I’m talking to you Mom).
A lot of you know how I actually got to where I currently am, but I think it’s important that I tell the actual story for those of you who I haven't had the privilege of talking to one-on-one. It goes a little something like this:
Throughout most of 2017 and the beginning of 2018, I was very mentally hurt. A lot of that can definitely be attributed to turning 18, becoming an adult, everyone leaving for college, yada yada yada. Even though that was definitely a huge factor into what happened, there were a lot of instances throughout that period of time that really took a toll on who I am as a person.
I’m not going to go into too much detail because I mean, who really has time/wants to listen to that? But nonetheless, almost everything that happened in that year-span of time really negatively effected me as an individual. Now believe me, I’m not trying to say that nothing great happened during that time; I did a lot of amazing things with some amazing people, I did somewhat grow as a person, and I took advantages of a lot of great opportunities.
Even with that being said, we are all human; we all automatically see the one negative aspect of things instead of the multitude of positive things right next to it. It still really bothers me that I see that time as negative when I’m usually a very positive person. That realization is what made me see the worsening change in myself, and helped me to understand that it was time to make a change. I started praying CONSTANTLY for an amazing change in my life, and began asking God for something good, something good, something good.
When I started school at Johnson & Wales University, I knew from the start of my program that I would eventually need to find an internship in my sophomore year. This internship would take up an entire trimester of school, and would count as 13.5 credits towards my degree...intimidating, right? I decided to schedule my internship for the Spring of 2018, that way I would have as much time as I needed to find one, I wouldn't have to worry too much about traveling home for multiple major holidays, and I would have as much experience going into the field as possible. However, I had no idea as to where I could even find an internship!
I needed to have an internship locked in by early February, and I still had absolutely NOTHING planned or figured out by the beginning of January. In those moments of panic, I knew that I really needed to rely on Christ for peace in this situation, and the perseverance to actually work hard and find an internship.
By the middle of January, I still had no internship. I had applied to a couple of places with no response, so I was very anxious about the whole ordeal. That day in particular, January 14th, 2018, stood out to me because it marked a certain amount of time that I had been praying about something, and I'm still praying about even now. It was in those moments of fear about both situations that I got on my knees and started praying to my Father in Heaven who will never EVER leave or forsake, regardless of the circumstance. With no hesitation at all, I let go of the anxiety about both things and felt a huge weight come off of my shoulders.
Two days later, I went to class. At the time, I was in my Advanced Artisan Breads class taught by Chef Mitch Stamm, and had already fallen in love with the class. I believe I was only 3 days into that particular class when Chef came up to me and said, “Theresa, would you like a Spring internship?”
I kind of just looked at him for a second, and *casually* responded “Yes, of course! Where is it, what’s it called, when can I start?!”
...I was excited about something I hadn’t even heard about yet, let alone even applied to.
He then went on to tell me that the internship was at King Arthur Flour. He told me about all the amazing aspects of the company, what I would be doing, and how wonderful the environment is. I guess he travels there a lot to visit the bakery, but is also very close friends with one of the head bakers, who is basically a god in the bread-world.
Just hearing about this opportunity had me sold, but then he informed me that it was in Norwich, Vermont.
I kindly said thank you for the offer, but I didn’t think I could leave home.
That’s when God was like “NOPE, GO BACK, I GOT PLANS FOR YOU THERE.”
So I went home that night and told my mom what Chef had said to me, and she immediately started tearing up, saying “This could be the something good you’ve been praying for!” and things like that.
Because I don't want Mama B crying, I went online and searched the distance from my house to King Arthur Flour, you know, just for the fun of it (and to get her to stop crying).
2 HOURS, 57 MINUTES. 180 MILES.
That’s literally all it was.
At that moment, I heard God say “GO.”
God told me to go, and here I am.
I went back to school that next day and asked Chef if he could email me all the information; he did much more than that. He not only set me up with all the information, but he started a group email with me, himself, Martin Philip (BREAD GOD who works at King Arthur Flour), and the head of the pastry department at JWU. He personally recommended me, and thus the application process began.
2 weeks later, I was accepted to not only that internship, but two other internships: one in Providence, RI, and one in Disney. I decided to go with King Arthur Flour because it’s actually super close to home, plus I still got the experience of leaving with the ability to drive home if needed.
And my friends, it’s been a journey. The past few months have been absolutely ridiculous, so I apologize to those of you who have been asking for updates and asking about my life and I haven't been able to answer. So, here’s sort of a brief explanation of everything!
I moved up to Vermont on March 2nd. A mutual friend of one of the bakers at KAF was actually looking to rent out space in a farm house...so now I’m living on a farm! Everything about this whole internship kind of just fell into place by the grace of God. Out of nowhere, I was basically handed an internship, a place to stay, and an abundance of support from so many people.
Anyways, I went through employee training for a day, then actually started working on March 6th. It took me a little while to adjust, but at 6 weeks in, I can happily say that I’m comfortable with my surroundings. I was originally supposed to switch from working on the pastry side to the bread side, but the other intern at KAF and I both made the decision to stay on our original sides so we could get as much experience from our jobs as possible.
My shifts start at 3:45 am, and usually go until about noon. Waking up hasn’t really been a struggle, but falling asleep super early has definitely been a challenge.
I found an AMAZING church to attend while I'm here called Riverbank Church, but I unfortunately work on Sundays. Luckily, this church has services on Thursday nights at 7pm that I stay up to go to because I just absolutely LOVE JESUS.
I was able to travel home for Easter Sunday almost two weeks ago, and it was so uplifting to see friends and family for the first time in about a month. That was the second time I traveled home since being away, and leaving to come back up to Vermont is seriously some of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. It’s not like anyone is dying, or that I’m never going to see them again, but it’s really hard leaving behind the people you love to go to a place where you don’t have a single friend or family member. Because of that, I think the next time I actually make the drive home is when I’m actually coming home for good. Leaving to come back has too much of a negative emotional toll on me.
If I'm being honest, it’s very lonely here. I’m not a very social person, and there aren’t many opportunities to connect with people here. One thing that has stood out to me over the past month is when one of my closest friends kept encouraging me to lean into God, and not let this time push me away from Him. Since that conversation, I’ve been finding new places in both Vermont and New Hampshire to just sit and read His word. Most recently, I’ve been walking/hiking through Quechee Gorge and just finding a quiet spot to sit and read my Bible.
So to sum this whole thing up, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you to those of you who have been constantly checking up on me, asking me how I’ve been, and those who have been praying for me (also, those incredible/crazy people who tracked my location from RI to VT to surprise me on my birthay <3)!
This ongoing support and constant conversation makes me feel so incredibly loved, and genuinely shows me who my real friends actually are back home.
I can’t wait to come home and give you all hugs.
Love, prayers, and caffeine