summer continues to pass by at a rapid pace.
things look different than perhaps i thought they would.
five weeks into my job i've broken my arm once more. without a need for surgery, i await for it to heal. wearing a rather attractive brace which produces a lot of sweat, and allowing others to help me is difficult at times.
africa has become a closed door. days spent pondering. waiting. and anticipating only for the details to not come in full as they were first expected to. placements still being found in iowa. now awaiting a new list, and perhaps it will come together at just the right time.
i'm longing for consistency. week after week i find myself driving a different van, to a different town, in charge of a different group of people, staying with a different generous host family, while doing the same thing.
my heart begs to settle. and by settling i don't mean being content and still - but rather being ok being unsettled.
i know of only one thing that is consistent.
may it become my all.
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