The West

I love the west... I feel bad saying that but everything in me screams west. I am sitting in a deli with a bunch of my friends doing homework. While I am sitting here I am thinking about my internship and the discomfort of a culture that is on my own. You could call this pre-cultural shock maybe? I don't know.

Anyways, I know I am supposed to be in Kenya this summer because God has provided a way for me to get there. During the last few weeks I was having a really hard time raising funding to get to Kenya, it was looking very bleak and it was weighing on me really heavily. I had a meeting with my adviser to decide whether or not I should pick a different internship country, probably USA. However, an hour after this conversation I head to my mailbox, only to find a note telling me a 3,000 dollar check was on it's way to help my internship. I was dumbfounded, it took me a few days to really understand what I thought about it. I realized that this check was not just confirmation that I needed to go to Kenya, but that I was in the right major, that I was at the right college and where I am is right where God wants me to be. This is HUGE, lately I have been wondering what I am doing, why life seems so monotonous, why it feels like I get lost in the days. Then I am reminded by God that he is with me every step I take and that I can relax as I live

Ok, I just lost all vigor to write...

Dave