Plus Belle La Vie

A More Beautiful Life

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Coaches, Planes, and Conversations

Currently, I am in Italy. The journey to get here took about 18 hours.

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My journey started in Cardiff where I was dropped off and waited 1 hour to get on a coach (which is a big charter style bus).

When I first got on this coach there was only a few people. So I was able to get a seat by myself and which in turn I fell asleep. I was awoken by a boy (around my age) getting into the seat next to me. As he was sitting down something from the shelf above fell on him thus hitting the floor and making a loud sound.

The boy sat down and put headphones in. I was now completely awake and just sat there staring at my phone (43% battery). About another 30 minutes passed and I was watching him play a game on his phone, the level he was on he had difficulty beating, but I thought I knew how to do it. So another 10 minutes passed and I tapped him on the shoulder asking him if there was a restroom on the bus. He looked at me, then said yes. He got up and let me pass.

After using the restroom I went back to my seat and opened up a bag of honey roasted peanuts. As I was eating them. I held them out to the boy sitting next to me. He was surprised I offered to share but gratefully accepted. I poured some in his hand ad our long conversation begun.

We talked for an hour about various things. I even helped him beat a few levels on the game he was playing. He was 19 and studying Art in Norwich (at least I think that is what he said from his English accent). We realized after an hour we hadn’t even told each other our names and with that I found out his name was Tom. I knew more about this guy in a matter of 2 hours than I knew about some kids I had classes with in College (Uni) or in high school (years 10-13).

When we were getting close to our destination to switch coaches. He mentioned that he was going to go buy a bottle of water and invited me along. I was so grateful for this because just before his offer I had realized I hadn’t purchased a bottle and was praying for the Lord to provide me an opportunity to get some water. So, I went with him to the grocery store we bought our water and then we headed to the station to find our next coaches.

He helped me find my coach and since mine would arrive before his would he sat with me and we talked some more.

The 30 minute wait flew by quickly and I said goodbye to Tom and got on my next hour and a half coach to Stansted airport.

When I arrived to the airport it was 10:00pm (2200). I was trying to find a place to sit and, also, plug my phone up to charge. Every place was filled. I found an opening on a bench and sat there watching my battery just die (22%).

The security to go through to the various gates didn’t open until 3 am (0300) so I would have to sit on a very uncomfortable bench for 5 hours.

30 minutes into my wait I met an Irish girl. We watched each others bags as we took turns to use the restroom and if we needed to get up and go for a walk to stretch our legs.

My flight was at 6:55 am (0655) and hers was at 6:20 am (0620). So we waited together in the crowded, cold, waiting area. I slept for about 40 minutes and she slept for more than that. I was curled up on the bench and she on the floor.

When it hit 3am we decided to just stick together. So we swapped names (Zelie was her name) and went through security together. When we got on the other side I followed her, as she showed me where outlets were.

We waited for 2 more hours together till 6, in this small restaurant, charging our phones (by the time I plugged my phone in it was 1%) and talked about so many things. We talked about our homes, showed them on maps. Added each other on Facebook. Talked about Ireland, I had a history lesson. The Presidential election. The education system. Food.

She said she was really missing potatoes which made me laugh.

Again, I knew more about this 18 year old Irish girl during our time just in the airport than people I “knew” back in the States.

Eventually, it came time for us to split and go to our separate planes. With that we said our farewells and went on our way.

From there I sat on the plane for 30 minutes and completely passed out. The plane took off and took 2 hours to get to Italy. When I arrived in Italy, I went through immigration and met up with Jim Spoto just outside the arrivals gate.

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I felt so blessed to have met 2 young people, my age, during my travels. Talking with them and learning about each of them made the time fly by quickly.

God definitely took care of me during this time by providing people who knew each area that I was in very well and with that they helped me out.

I am anticipating more adventures to come up while I am in Italy and to meet some incredible people during my Christmas break.

Don’t pass up the opportunity to talk to people.

“So, Have you been to a castle?”

Have you ever dreamed of being a princess and living in a castle? Or being a prince or knight and going off to battle or to save a princess?

I have.

Since living in Wales for about 3 months, I have heard it has its fair share of castles, but I haven’t really had the chance to visit one. With all of the training and traveling my team and I don’t go very far on our days off.

Just last week, Wil (is assigned to the same church as me in Llanelli) and I were invited to go see a castle. Of course like anybody from the States that have always fantasizes about castles we didn’t hesitate to agree to the proposition.

Today we saw not just one castle but two.

Like any other day in Wales since we came back from India it was wet, windy, and chilly. This weather though didn’t stop me, Wil, David, and Annelies afternoon.

When we arrived to the first castle we were told we couldn’t go inside because the wind was to strong and we might be blown away. We ended up just walking around the outside of the castle.

After walking around outside we decided we should go to another one. We drove until we found another one.We walked up this muddy path to the castle, thinking we just may be blown away. The wind was so strong.

We climbed through this structure that is older than my country and looked at what was made a long time ago and how it has endured many years of history.

The view from the castle was exquisite. For miles you could see houses, sheep, rivers, etc. Annelie was cold from all of the wind so we started our trek back down to the car.

Since we were all kind of chilly David asked if we wanted to get some hot chocolate. We agreed. So off we went in search for a cafe.

The first place we went to had just closed. (@ 4pm)

The second place closed. (@ 4pm)

Then we had given up hope we found a Starbucks and finally got a nice hot cup of hot chocolate and some sweets.

As David was driving Wil and I home to meet up with the rest of our team. I was asking Annelie if she enjoyed the afternoon at the castles. She said yes. I then asked if she enjoyed imaging being a princess in the castles. She said yes. Then a few minutes past and she grabbed my hand and said “We are best friends.”

This was such a sweet moment for me; as well as, a sad moment. I know I won’t be here in Wales much longer, but atleast I have the honor of being best friends with a 4 year old little girl named Annelie.

A Few Stories From A Short Three Weeks

Flipflops v. Monkeys

Her brown eyes blazed as she pulled off her left flip-flop and jumped into action. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she ran toward the monkeys that had started to attack one of our leaders, Joce.
This moment right here will forever be imprinted in my mind. Two of my girl teammates and I were sitting outside in the nice Indian sun discussing our experience visiting the Hindu temples, when all of the sudden we were surrounded by monkeys (not cute monkeys, they were evil demon possessed monkeys). We were trying to ignore them so they would stop coming near us when one of our leaders walked by to go into our room. The monkeys turned from us and started to surround her. They wanted whatever it was that was in her hand. They started to bare their teeth and threaten her.
Maritza, from the States, didn’t even think twice she got up ripped off her flip-flop and charged toward Joce and the monkeys. She started swinging her flip flop around like some kind of sword. When the monkeys realized that she wasn’t a huge threaten they started to turn on her. That is when I started to scream, “RUN, MARITZA! RUN!” and simultaneously she started to scream “DAVID!” (He was our official leader and tour guide for India). David started to run toward us as some Indian ladies started to as well. The Indian ladies started to pick up stones and with extreme precision they hit the monkeys right on their heads. The monkeys started to scatter and since we were all relieved that Maritza and Joce were still alive we started to die of laughter.
Maritza had thought she could take on vicious monkeys with a flip-flop.


Awestruck, Surreal, and Scary

We drove up a windy half dirt, half rock road on our way to a distant village.
As we drove up to this village men and boys started to come out of their homes and come near us. At first i felt fear as they may not want us in their village, but then a smile played across all of their faces. They greeted us so warmly saying “chai” and “sit”. They gave us chai and some bread, both were delicious. We sat down and started to drink our chai along with the men and boys. One of the men spoke English very well and said that they have only ever had 5 other visitors to their village before. He then said that we should have a tour and took us to different homes to meet all of the families in the village. As we went along we saw so many faces and were greeted with so many smiles. At a few homes we stopped and had some water (We were told not to drink any of the tap water, especially from the villages, but we were urged by the people to drink so we did.) and more chai.
As we made our way around we saw some women sitting so Maritza, Sabrina, and I decided to sit with them. The women looked at us and smiled. One of the younger girls ran off and brought back more chai. We drank and didn’t speak only smiling at each other. The women only knew Hindi and we only know our mother tongue.
As we sat staring at each other I pointed at the main ladies earrings and said “pretty”. She pointed at mine and displayed a brighter face. I then pointed at her nose piercing and again said “pretty”, she pointed at my nose and with her eyes asked “why”. – In the Indian culture married women have their nose pierced, so with me being 18 and not married it was a surprise to her.
Our conversation went on like this. Pointing. Touching. Eyebrow Raising. Laughing. Smiling. I didn’t know you could connect with people so immensely without even speaking their language.
Our conversations were cut short as we were called to see more by the head elder. He then showed us to their temple. We walked inside took off our shoes and began to see where these people worship their gods. The man that spoke, pretty good English then asked if we wanted to pray. Maritza said “Sure, but our God is not the same as yours.” The man said “That is okay, pray to your God.” So she did. She prayed out loud for God to bless these people and for more Christians to come and speak to these people.
When she was done praying we continued to talk. One of the older men came to us with flowers and was giving them to us. – In the Indian culture they typically give flowers as offering to their gods. Which meant he didn’t understand our concept of prayer and was wanting us to give an offering. – We declined the flowers and the man that spoke some English said, “For you to pray.”
We replied, “We already have.”
The look on the mans face was shock and misunderstanding. He couldn’t comprehend how one could pray without giving a offering. The confusion then turned to frustration. The man then aggressively asked, “What have you done? What did you pray?”
Maritza said, “I prayed a blessing.”
He became agitated because he didn’t understand what blessing meant. He asked her and she said “Good things.”
He didn’t like that answer. David then stepped in and said “For your cows to have milk. For you to have a good harvest. For good health for your people.” The man still didn’t understand. Other men and young boys started to gather around, there was 15 all around. The thought that crossed my mind was, “I never made it to France. Here I am in India. I will be killed here as well.” I started to pray silently to God. “Please God, Please. Please God, Please. Help us.”
I opened my eyes and the man looked at me. Maritza standing beside me. I then answered, “Good things for your people. You have been good to us. We want good for you.” Maritza then repeated what was said, because the man only wanted the answer to his question from Maritza.
The man looked at us harshly. Then a smile sprung on his face. The atmosphere changed and in a split second everything was great again. He said he understood and insisted that we stay.
We told them we had to go and they walked us back to our car.
Some little girls walked beside me. I stuck out my hand and they grabbed it, loosely. Since there was about 6 girls following they each took turns holding my hands.
The moments in the village were precious. We learned a lot about ourselves and the Indian people while being there. I will never forget their beautiful smiles and them waving as we drove off.

Conveyer Belt Worship

As I stood on a bridge in Haridwar that crossed a portion of the Ganges River. I was peering down into the river and saw a naked child being handed from his father to his mother. The mother then took the resisting child and dunked him under the water 4 times. Still screaming the child was thrown back to the father to be dried. The mother then started splashing water all over her fully clothed self.   

She was not the only woman to do this. Every morning and evening in the Holy City of Haridwar they have a fire ceremony where they bath in the Ganges River. This river is considered a god. 

 My team and I saw many people stripping down to just their under garments and going into the water. Others were just splashing it on themselves.   We walked through this ceremony. We noticed that some people just seemed to do it out of mere religious ritual and others did it out of a passion with a true devotion to this god.

I watched a old man (who was in under garments) bathing in this river. He seemed to be praying as he gently scooping up water and poured it over his head and face. He seemed at peace as he did this. He had his eyes closed and continued to pray as he scrubbed his arms. As he left the water up the steps he kissed his right hand and then placed it on the step. He loved this god. He served this god.

After the ceremony, we took a cable car up to a few Hindu temples.  

  The temple was like a carnaval. Things being sold everywhere. So many things being sold as offerings to the gods. There were flowers given to the gods. Most people seemed to have bought them their.  

 But there was some that brought their own hand picked flowers to give to the gods and goddesses. These people appeared to be more devoted than the ones that bought it as they were walking in. When we walked through it was hard to find your footing. People were everywhere. At every shrine a different colored dot was put on their forehead. There was people that had one for a specific god or goddess they served and there were others that had like 4 or 6.

When my team left these temples we talked about our observations. One a the girls said that it seemed like a “conveyer belt” worship. With that some of us mentioned how as Christians we can revert to that same attitude of just going through the motions and not actually meaning anything we do. Just waking up going to church, singing songs, going home, going to work, and then doing it all over again.   

 Questions that came to me during this time is:

Am I as devoted to God (the true God) as these people are to their gods and goddesses?

Would I be willing to bath in a freezing cold polluted river if God told me to? Without complaint?

Will these people ever know the truth? How would they take it?

Where am I? Where are you, Father?

I flip a switch and the hot water turns on. Putting a bucket under the focet I begin to fill up the bucket. After a few minutes I turn the tap off and begin to take a small cup and pour the water over my head. There is no tub or shower head. Just me, a bucket, a focet, four tiled walls, a door, a roof, toiletries, and a cup. With just this I am far more blessed than many other people in India. 

I didn’t know what it would be like coming here. I, like most people, have seen pictures of seen movies. India is so much like that, but being here being able to physically touch these people and make eye contact with them is so different. The thing that has devastated me the most this far is not seeing the poverty but having the young children walk up and touch me as they beg. When you see something you can ignore it but once those people, children and adults, touch you it makes it so much more real. Today as we were eating lunch in a park  

  three children came up to us. I was cleaning up after my teammates and the children gathered around me pointing to their mouths. We had some food left over which we had planned to give away. These children touched my feet then their forehead over and over again. This hurt my heart because their was nothing I could do. After we gave them the food we got up to leave and one of the young boys had snatched our water bottle that was unopened. I said “No” and tried to take it back but he wouldn’t let it go so here I stood feeling awful as I ripped the tiny fingers from the bottle and walked away. It is real.

Then I walk around seeing temples for gods and goddess of all kinds. At night as it gets dark you can hear their worship. I think “Where is my Father? Where is he?” These people are hungry. They are hungry even more than what their bodies crave. They desire something more in this life and they turn to these other things. I stand here and just watched. What can I say to someone who shares no common tongue? 

I shed some tears tonight thinking about India, because I would prefer to just look at the pictures and to not think that this isn’t real. That people are like this.  I want to tell that young boy that he wouldn’t have to thirst any more, I have good news, something that would satisfy much more than what his body said he needed but I couldn’t. 

India is beautiful. We are right on the edge of the Himilayan Mountains  

it is just stunning views. The people are so beautiful as well. They may stop and stare at us, being white among brown faces, but I just gaze at the woman in their beautiful clothing, perfectly braided hair, and jewelry. Like I said they stare. The men stare especially. The people see us and stop what they are doing to watch us. The people are very generous to us and want to help us with just little things. They want pictures of us. But then there are some that do not like us because of our skin and will turn away from us if we ask questions. 

I have done so much since being here and now know what I have is great. I have a loving Father and so many great people in my life as well as possessions.

I have observed so much in just two days. 19 more.  


He’s Still Working On Me

Development Training (DT) week.

The most emotionally and physically destructive week of my life.

I didnt think that would be the case. The week before people were so happy, Oh, you are going on DT next week., That was my favorite week., We really grew as a team that week. With statements like this I thought it would be more class work, but it wasnt. On Monday we hit the ground running literally.

We were thrust into a situation that none of us really understood we were given an objective and were told that we needed to complete it and in order to complete it we would have to endure different tasks and overcome them as a team.

Monday morning and afternoon, we spent the whole morning discussing the task and attending different meetings to understand the safety side of things. Around 10 oclock that night it was over. We had a reflection as a team, as our trainers sat in on our discussion. The trainers wrote down various things we said and was observing how we acted under pressure.

Around 11 oclock I jumped in the shower in our communal bathroom and started to wash my hair and to really reflect on the day from a personal stand point. As I was rinsing out my shampoo and just applying my conditioner, Sue (a fellow trainee) ran into the bathroom screaming for me to get out of the shower. Confused, with conditioner in my hair I jumped out of the shower, put on my bathrobe and ran upstairs to put on warm clothes. We had 5 minutes to get to the lake and our mission was to form a search party for a man who had broken his leg. This whole time, I was angry. Why would someone make us do this? Why now? Do they not know what time it is? There is still conditioner in my hair!!

After this challenge was over, I went back to the shower and finished up, as I was in the shower I started to sob. I started to question the purpose of this training. The purpose of evening being here. My fellow female trainees heard me crying and urged me to dry up and put on my pajamas. I did. In the bathroom they each held me in their arms telling me that this week was only temporary and that God would reveal the purpose soon. I was broken. I missed my bed, my home, my friends, my own shower, and my previous comforts. That night I was ready to drop everything and be on a plane back home, but by the encouragement of my peers I re-evaluated my purpose, and that is To go to France and to tell these lost and discouraged people about the joy and satisfaction of being in a relationship with Jesus Christ.

The next few days after were easier, my team felt stronger and my faith was more firm. I did what I was told and pushed myself through every obstacle, which included hiking for a cumulative 20 km, abseiling, climbing, building and launching a rafting, mapping, backpacking, pitching a tent, and so much more.

Through all of this my team and I were being evaluated. Different quotes of ours were noted and at the end of the week were recanted to us in private discussions.

During my private discussion, I didnt speak much and only listened. They told me I was naturally servant-hearted and needed to be confident in myself. Hearing these two things made me die laughing on the inside.

For those who know me know this. I am a prideful person, I am bossy, and I have much of the dictator personality. My biggest struggle has always been being a servant. Ever since I was young I prayed that God would soften my prideful heart and make me more of a servant. I prayed he would make me more personable and kind.

With hearing this I laughed originally but later praised God, because this just proves his faithfulness. He has been working on me slowly but surely. He has been patient with me and now people see it. They see it. I may not feel it all the time, but God has been shaping me into his servant.

I learned this week that even at your lowest God raises you up. He puts people in your life to encourage you.

I, also, learned that he is faithful to his people. (This made me think of the song Hes Still Working on Me.“)

As I feel tired and miss my home, I am learning that God is enough and that he provides for his children. I am blessed through and by these challenges.
Continue to pray for me.

Seeing Things Clearly

Before I left the United States, I went to the eye doctor so he could prescribe me prescription lenses so that I could actually see things at a distance (i.e. Billboards, Road Signs, Speed limit signs, etc.). On Wednesday, September 23, I received a package in the mail with my brand new glasses. I was so excited to finally see the board and the beautiful hills in the distance clearly. Once I put them on I felt joy, I didn’t have to squint. I could experience things like everyone else could. No longer did I have to say, Sorry, I do not know what it says.”
I mention this not only because I want you to rejoice with me, but to tell you that I am starting to see the world more clearly. Every day I am slapped in the face with culture, differences, and uncertainty.
I wake up at 06:30 and it is freezing, absolutely cold. This is something I am not used to living in the hot climate of Florida. I do not want to get out of my not very warm bed and go down stairs to do my quiet time, but I do it. I roll out of bed put on my slippers and head down the stairs and start my day. When you are living in a community, it is hard to find time to myself, so that 30 – 45 minutes in the morning just to breathe my own air and be with God is so nice, it makes living in a cold climate easier.
There is no privacy living together. We cook together, have classes together, clean together, and overall are ALWAYS TOGETHER. The first 2 weeks it was fun. Don’t get me wrong it still is, but it is also hard. With this you learn about yourself and you learn about how you cope with others.
Today, I not only saw the world around me clearly, but I saw relationships clearly as well. The British have a strong sarcastic sense of humor, which isn’t bad, but for someone who is going through some culture shock it can be slightly offensive. I have been offended a few times this week by things that normally wouldn’t hurt me. I even took my British roommate, Hannah, for a walk to address some of my concerns, by the love of Christ she was understanding and receptive of my concerns.
World Horizons as a whole is very diverse in regards to culture, I live with British people, a French guy, a Mexican girl, A Texan, a guy from Alabama, and a Chinese woman. But it is not just that, I have classes with Koreans, Germans, Brazilians, and so many other cultures. I enjoy learning about all of our differences, but it can be overwhelming.
Luckily, though our classes consist of how to integrate in a culture, and today we discussed culture shock. I thought I was doing good until I looked at the range and realized that I was in the DISTRESS stage, which is when little things upset me or make me cry, that noting is like my home and makes me miss it that much more.
These challenges are making me to turn to God as my comfort and strengthen me during these endeavors without my comforts of home.
I miss my home, my family, my friends, my memories, etc.
Then again, I adore this place, these people, this community, these eye opening lessons, these experiences that are just full of Gods love, and the sun in between the rain.
Continue to keep me in your prayers


Most Embarrassing Moment Thus Far

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Every Friday and Sunday, Wil, a fellow Gapper from Alabama, and I go to our assigned church. This past Sunday and Friday were our 1st times.
On Sunday, we had a great experience with a church called Emanuel and Bethansia, which is a Welsh and English speaking combined church. Sunday’s the congregation is mostly filled with people older that 50 and on Fridays there is a Children’s Church kind of affair where the kids do various activities and have to opportunity to learn some bible stories.
Well, yesterday was mine and Wils first time going, we were dropped off by our leaders and left wondering “where do we meet with the pastor and his family?” As we watch them drive off to go tour a chapel, Wil and I realize that we have no idea what we are doing or where we are supposed to meet.
So we try the front door, LOCKED.
We try a side door, LOCKED.
We try the other side door, LOCKED.
With that we see that their is a building attached to the church so I decide that we should check it out.
We walk to the front of the door and it is slightly ajar. So I think, “Oh they left the door open for us so that we would know where to go.”
I open the door and am the first person to step inside, I regret my decision as soon as it happens. I see stairs, the washer machines, a couch. Then I see a older man sitting on said couch staring at me like “who the heck are you?” I feel Wil try to push me inside more, as I attempt to retreat.
The only thing that comes out of my mouth… “Is this the church?” I knew it wasn’t but I didn’t know what else to do.
He looks at me like “heck no.” And says “this is my house. the church is next door.”
I smile and push wil out the door.
I am trying to rationalize this but all I am doing is laughing.
I had just walked into a mans house in a country that I am not even close to familiar with, what can possibly be more embarrassing than that.

Later, that evening when everyone was back at our house after their out reaches, I tell them the story.
Everyone dies. The Americans laugh, the Mexican girl is hysterical, the British people practically fall on the floor, and the French guy just stares at me like “Oh my gosh, who would do that.”

So needless to say, this is one of the many mistakes I have made since being here. More stories to come.


Lakeland to Llanelli

On Sunday morning I woke up with the knowledge that it was time. Oddly enough there was a certain peace about the whole situation, I had no fear about getting on the plane and leaving my country. I didn’t even shed a single tear the entire time.

My mother, father, sister, and best friend are the ones that took me to the airport and stood watching me ’till I went through the security line and was completely out of their vision.

After I got on the plane then landed in D.C. I was waiting in the lobby area and met a Welsh gentleman along with a gentleman from London. They spoke with me about different English and Welsh things. It was very insightful and got me exited for my new adventure. The Englishman helped me with my luggage. I had warned him that it was heavy and when he picked it up he almost dropped it.

After the 7 and a half hour plane ride was over, I landed in Heathrow – London and attempted to find my “coach”, which is basically a greyhound bus. While waiting in the lobby area for my bus to arrive I met a Welsh lady and her daughter, Catrin. They were so kind by entertaining me with conversation and welcoming me to the UK. As we were talking we discovered that we were taking the same coach and decided to sit by each other as we traveled, me to Swansea and them to Cardiff.
While we were on the coach my stomach started to growl and I was just utterly exhausted from traveling, they gave me 2 cereal bars and bid me farewell as they got off. God truly blessed me during this transition by giving me kind people to talk to and interact with.

By the time I arrived in Swansea, I was exhausted and just wanted to arrive and settle into my new room. I was also tired of hearing the English accent, which I once found attractive.

When I arrived here I was excited to have a warm welcome in this beautiful town. I settled into my room and with my first roommate Maritza (USA), we would later be welcomed by Hannah (England), Sabrina (Mexico), and Julie (China).

Also, I learned that i had been pronouncing this towns name wrong. I will post a Welsh person pronouncing it correctly.

Some LASTing Moments

One week ago today (Friday, August 28th, 2015), was my last day working at Burnetti P.A., which was my first job ever.
I truly enjoyed working for the organization, where I had incredible co-workers and felt as if I was doing something beneficial. I had worked in the office just shy of 5 months and I can say with all honesty that I don’t think I will ever have a job like that again.

Some mornings when I would wake up, I truthfully didn’t want to go to work. Some mornings I just wanted to sleep until noon like other teenagers, but unlike other people my age I had to earn money to go on my mission trip. I, also, woke up and went to work every work day because I enjoyed what I did. I felt as if I had helped people. In the course of 5 months I open 204 cases. Which I kept track of the old fashioned way, with tally marks.

When the day had officially ended for me and I changed my status from “Available” to “Extended Vacation” I felt sad to leave the office that I had actively participated in for 5 months. I packed up my desk anyway and headed home.


Another last for me this past weekend was that on Sunday it was my last day that I will worship with my church family for the time being. I have attended Heritage Baptist Church for 8 years and am truly sad to leave my advisers and friends behind. I am going to miss worshiping with this Body of people and feeling all of there encouragement and love surround me, thankfully though they will continue to encourage me from afar and pray for me as I embark on this next endeavor that God has in store for me.


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