I am here. It's really hard to believe. I am hanging in there. Generally I am in good spirits. I only get really sad when I think of my mom and my friends and everything that I left in NY so I try not to think about it. :-) Plane ride was okay. I slept through most of it. Felt excited when I landed but then when I got in the cab, I started crying and couldn't explain why. Ultimately, I know that this is a good opportunity and where God wants me for some very odd reason. I have only had one other experience where I made a decision that I didn't really want to make but did it because that is what God wanted me to do-- ultimately, that decision saved me from being in the World Trade Center when the airplanes were flown into it. So, even though I would have preferred to stay in the states and continue with the things that bring me comfort and predictability, I know that God has me here for a divine reason.
On my way to work today, I did not see any black people. After walking about 15 blocks, I finally saw that the man cleaning the streets was black. Thankfully he stopped and helped me figure out where I was going. I had a huge map (and probably looked crazy) along with large dark sunglasses to hide the look of fear and trepidation.
I am at work today and recovering from jet lag. Everyone here is quite pleasant. I am currently staying at a hotel and will be moving into corporate housing tomorrow. I am looking forward to settling down a bit.
Several of my friends emailed me prayers over the last few days. I have printed them out and will continue to turn to them for strength with the knowledge that I have family and friends who love me and a God who not only loves me but promises to never leave me or forsake me.
On my way to work today, I did not see any black people. After walking about 15 blocks, I finally saw that the man cleaning the streets was black. Thankfully he stopped and helped me figure out where I was going. I had a huge map (and probably looked crazy) along with large dark sunglasses to hide the look of fear and trepidation.
I am at work today and recovering from jet lag. Everyone here is quite pleasant. I am currently staying at a hotel and will be moving into corporate housing tomorrow. I am looking forward to settling down a bit.
Several of my friends emailed me prayers over the last few days. I have printed them out and will continue to turn to them for strength with the knowledge that I have family and friends who love me and a God who not only loves me but promises to never leave me or forsake me.
The photo above is a picture of a beautiful castle right outside of my hotel named "The Tower of London." The Tower of London is mainly perceived as a medieval place of imprisonment and execution. Nine hundred years of history are embraced within the thick, turreted walls. Even though the Tower's violent years are long gone, they say that an aura of death and medieval torture remains.
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