Drained.

So to say the least I am very glad and happy to be where I am right now - laying on my bed in Greenwich Village, listening to some Bob Dylan, reflecting on what I'm going through. These past few days I've been preparing for my trip to San Francisco as a Mission Intern and not in the ways I had expected - most of the time was spent in reflection and communion with each other. We met with some impressively humble and serving people who I am glad to have come to meet and hear their story. This entire time has definitely been a blessing filled with joy and concern and inspiration, but I'm soaking up so much information that I'm just plain drained that I'm looking forward to setting things into place and putting this information to good use. There is a peace that is coming over me, because these past few years I have been studying the church and social work and where God is calling me, and I feel that this is where I'm going. I never thought of considering being a missionary - someone who goes to people and listens to their stories and shares in their life for a moment in history - but it seems to encompass a lot of what I'm searching and passionate for - people, storytelling, gathering of information, fighting for all people's rights, learning, growing, and a life centered around the journey. I hope that this internship will help me grow in what God is calling me to do, and I pray that we will be able to enjoy and grow in our steps together.