"We are the clay and You our potter" Isa 64:8

They say medical school is hard. They say it is not for the faint of heart. They say if you’re going to do it, you had better have a reason that’s worth it. I don’t want to given anyone the impression that my journey thus far has been unrealistically easy, or that it is impossible. My goal is to be open and share how I am being taught both in school and in life. The reason I haven’t written in so long is partially because free time as been hard to come by, but also because I haven’t had much good to say. The start of cardiopulmonary block hasn’t been wonderful and I’ve been in a lull. But, that’s life and God is still there in the midst of not-greatness, in the mundane everyday things of life. And so I’m writing. I’m choosing to be open but how all those people where right, to some extent, that medical school is hard. Coming back from break was like being thrown back into a warzone after leave and getting hit with an attack your first day. OK, so maybe that’s a bit...

When I was in Malawi Africa on my first summer long mission trip God first woke me up to something. I was a sophomore in college and all I wanted to do was be done with college so I could move to Africa and begin my ministry. God humbled me like no other that year and that summer in Africa was met with the most spiritual warfare I have ever experienced. Daily I was forced to put on my armor and seek His face. Half way through the trip God showed me that I had only been surviving. Learning how to live without electricity or running water, how to cook my food ect. But He did not send me there to survive. My time there was short, and far be it from me to waste it surviving!  God sent me there to preach the Gospel. He sent me there to make an eternal impact for His glory. But then as I began to meditate on this sitting in the middle of my mud house in the village, I realized God wasn't talking about Africa. What I hate so much about America and living here is how easy it is forg...