This adventure of a life time is drawing near its end and I’m caught in a place between counting down the days and not wanting to wish away a single second. In less than two weeks, I’ll be snuggled up with my beautiful A Squad in Malaysia and in less than three weeks, I’ll be hugging friends and family in the US of A!! It’s wild to think three months have flown by so quickly!!
As of today, I’ve visited twenty three cities or towns in the UK, slept in 17 beds, sailed on two massive ferries, taken more buses and trains than I wish to count and learned about a culture I knew little of before. I’ve been introduced to famous Saints, danced with flags, visited castles, explored estates, read classics, worshipped to the wee hours of the morning and seen God supply in desperate moments. My faith has been challenged, pushed and refined. I’ve discovered ministries that I want to incorporate in my life. I’ve been blessed, time and time again by strangers or friends of friends of friends! People have shared their hearts and their homes without knowing anything about me.
I’ve spent time sitting with the Lord and pouring out my heart to Him, unsure of what is next and what He truly wants from me. Along the way, I began to tell Him what I desire and instead of feeling as if I needed to repress these desires, I realize that they may actually be from God Himself. We talked and I hesitated as He tried to tell me it was okay, but I finally came around and now I’d like to share with all of you.
I’ve always wanted to be a Physical Therapist, but never saw how it would line up with third world missions. Now I do. I see that Physical Therapy is a way of empowering people to better themselves. It gives them an option and not just a hand out or a quick fix. They have to choose to improve their bodies. With that said, I hope to apply to Physical Therapy school this fall and begin in June 2015. It’s a scary thought because I know that I’m potentially committing the next seven years to living in the States, but I think that is worth the ends.
Please keep me in your prayers as I finish my time here in the UK. I’m still hoping to visit Oxford, but nothing is panning out. I’m praying for at least a day trip – I REALLY want to hold an Oxford dictionary in front of Oxford (silly dreams, but they make me happy!)
Pray for safe travels on the 25th as I fly out to my lovely squad and on the 31st as I venture back to good ol’ America.
Pray for the journey I have ahead concerning school. I need to retake my GRE and find a place to job shadow in the fall. I also need to apply to school and get accepted (minor details!?!?!?!?)
Thank you to everyone who has followed me in this journey the last 8 months and longer. I’ve been ridiculously blessed by your prayers, words of encouragement and love along the way. I know I haven’t been doing this alone and I pray that the Lord will pour back the blessings on you tenfold.
See you soon!!!
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The title is a play on English words.
Wellies = rain boots
In the UK if you say “pants” you are talking about underwear, so you would say trousers instead.
Squash is an extremely undiluted fruit drink, you pour a little into a cup then add a ton of water…unless you don’t know and just drink the undiluted drink…not fun.
