So, I’m kind of moving. Well, I should say that actually at this
point, I have moved. Kind of. It's more accurate to say I have moved once out of a few moves I am expecting to make in the near future. I feel like I’ve never really settled down since
finishing high school. A rather odd statement to be making 5+ years later, I realize. Everything
feels really temporary. Right now, half of my stuff is in Boston, and half is
back in DC. I’m here to work – as evidenced by the types of things I’ve brought
with me. Work clothes – 85%, exercise/change-into-after-work/free T-shirts 15%.
Going out for fun clothes – 0%. To some degree, I’m
completely fine with it - at least for now. I have applications to fill out. Work
to do. All in pursuit of becoming what I think God has called me to be. A
doctor. Why? I can’t write it on my personal statement for medical school but
here’s one reason: to reach out and touch people’s lives and to show them that
God loves them and He cares for them. To tell them that I’m there to make a
difference in their lives because Christ has made a difference in mine. That
because He cares about them, so do I. How do you explain to an unbelieving
world that the whole reason that any of this matters is because your life has
been touched by Christ? How do you tell them that He can make a difference in
theirs too? I don’t know any better way than to show them. We each have our own
way that we’ve been called to show others. So far, I think mine is medicine,
but I could be wrong. I just have to follow and see.
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