I have been back in the US for over a week now.
Ethiopia was good. Overwhelming, but it was good. I'm still struggling with processing things and figuring out what I should take away from it, but I have to write a paper so I'm gonna have to come up with something very soon.
I flew straight to Denver when we got back. Aunt Amy picked me up at the airport and drove me back to their house in Littleton, which is where I'll be this summer. I took a couple of days to recover from the jetlag before starting the search for jobs. I have filled out so many applications, but still haven't heard anything. It's getting to be kind of frustrating.
I had such a peace about coming out here and finding something. I thought that peace was from God and that he would provide. And I was doing so well at just trusting and waiting. I waited, not because I was lazy, but just because I truly felt like God was giving me this peace and he would provide. Last night I started to question all of that. But as I thought about it, I realized that I can't give up yet. I still believe that God will provide what I need, when I need it. Sometimes I just struggle with distinguishing between my needs and my wants. but he knows.
So, anyways, I am here, in Littleton. Still waiting. and praying. and trusting.