I'm just about wrapping up my second week of working here in Virginia. I'm still incredibly thankful for the opportunity to live and work here. Every day is super challenging, which I love and relish, but it can also be a little tiring. I get home from a 9 hour work day and feel beat. Now I can sort of understand how my hard-working mom felt, and then came home to two kids, which seems rather incredible.
How can people work like this for 40 years straight? I told my grandma today I wasn't made for working and she asked me in her ever practical way, "Well, what were you made for then?" I said I was made for relaxing... I've been working summer jobs and other types of jobs since I was 15, but there's something about being in an office that drains you. Actually I'm pretty sure I was made for telling others about the Gospel and bringing glory to God, which seems more difficult in a big corporation, but I guess it's quite possible. I'm just not sure how yet...
Anyway, I've been able to do some reading these days. Need some wonderful summer reads? Try Same Kind of Different as Me and The Heavenly Man.
P.S. Happy happy birthday to my dad!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
A working girl goes to Maryland
Happy Memorial Day!
I haven't been sure what to do with myself the past couple of days. On Friday night, it was like I just crashed after a full, intense week. I think I slept for 10 hours without moving.
Then I dragged myself upstairs for breakfast and then dragged myself out into the front yard, so I could mow the grass. In the hot afternoon I went for a 12 mile bike ride with the couple I'm living with. They are 35 years older than I am, and left me in the dust. I blame it on the tiny bike I was riding.
We went on a trail that used to be part of a railroad, and there was gorgeous scenery with huge airplanes from Dulles airport flying extremely low. I was just staring at the flowers and farmhouses and airplanes when I heard a shout behind me. I heard, "snake!" Then I glanced back and saw a black and white snake, about 5 feet long, slithering directly across the path. I had narrowly missed it by about .1 inches. I couldn't believe I almost plowed straight over a giant, squishy snake. That could have been messy. After that, I kept my eyes glued on the road.
Then today I drove about 60 miles to Maryland to visit my dear old friend, Kelly. We had gone to China together for a summer just about 5 years ago! We still talk, and it was great to see her again. We attended her church, which was amazing. It's like you could feel the Holy Spirit there among everyone. It was filled predominately with African-Americans and Indians. A lot of the Indians wore saris. It was just another reminder that heaven will be filled with every tongue, tribe, and nation--all praising the Lord.
Now I'm back in white suburbia... much less interesting and intriguing.
I haven't been sure what to do with myself the past couple of days. On Friday night, it was like I just crashed after a full, intense week. I think I slept for 10 hours without moving.
Then I dragged myself upstairs for breakfast and then dragged myself out into the front yard, so I could mow the grass. In the hot afternoon I went for a 12 mile bike ride with the couple I'm living with. They are 35 years older than I am, and left me in the dust. I blame it on the tiny bike I was riding.
We went on a trail that used to be part of a railroad, and there was gorgeous scenery with huge airplanes from Dulles airport flying extremely low. I was just staring at the flowers and farmhouses and airplanes when I heard a shout behind me. I heard, "snake!" Then I glanced back and saw a black and white snake, about 5 feet long, slithering directly across the path. I had narrowly missed it by about .1 inches. I couldn't believe I almost plowed straight over a giant, squishy snake. That could have been messy. After that, I kept my eyes glued on the road.
Then today I drove about 60 miles to Maryland to visit my dear old friend, Kelly. We had gone to China together for a summer just about 5 years ago! We still talk, and it was great to see her again. We attended her church, which was amazing. It's like you could feel the Holy Spirit there among everyone. It was filled predominately with African-Americans and Indians. A lot of the Indians wore saris. It was just another reminder that heaven will be filled with every tongue, tribe, and nation--all praising the Lord.
Now I'm back in white suburbia... much less interesting and intriguing.
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