The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You support my lot. Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. I have set the Lord continually before me; because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
Psalm 16:5, 6, 8
A friend and I have started going to the weight room at 7:00 in the mornings every day. Something about urging myself physically to lift more, push harder, go longer – and feeling the dull ache of muscles that have seen use – leave me feeling happy inside.
Yesterday I went to a mandatory meeting for all students going overseas this summer. This included but was not limited to my London 05 group. There I learned that when I heard the London group was small, the speaker wasn’t kidding. The whole group is me and three guys: Jamie, Christopher, and Ryan. I hope this means I won’t have to share a room. I also learned not to have unprotected sex with prostitutes in third world countries, not to drink and drive on mounainous foreign roads, not to do drugs because I could be incarcerated for the rest of my natural life without any recourse, not to speak to strange creepy men, not to bring my birth control pills in an unmarked baggie because it’ll look suspicious, and not to flaunt my hot bod in really staid and backwards countries that demand modesty in their women. I felt significantly enlightened by that meeting.
Next meeting: Why not to say “your mother is an infidel whore” in the Middle East.
– KF –