This coming Sunday at my church back home is Student Sunday. My pastor asked me write a little something for them to read since I couldn't be there to give my own testimony on what God is doing in my life now. So, I sent him this. He said it was "awesome"... My writing isn't awesome, but what God has been doing in my life is. So, here it goes... (if you go to my church and would rather hear Pastor Buckley read this on Sunday, stop here. :) )
Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it." -Isaiah 30:21-
People often ask me what brought me all the way from small town Minnesota to Philadelphia. I tell them, I'm not really sure, it just happened. I truly believe God led me to this place, even if I do not yet know exactly why. Perhaps it has been to teach me to appreciate "home" more, which has definitely happened. Perhaps it is to teach me that although it can be lonely at times, I can survive away from "home" because God is with me no matter where I am, whether it's very close to my family and friends, or halfway around the world.
When I was applying to Physician Assistant programs back in the fall of 2003, I had a few picked out that were where I really wanted to go; Augsburg was close to home, one in Denver was a specific pediatric program and I love kids, one in Pittsburgh was very similar to St. Scholastica and that seemed comfortable to me. I applied to 3 other schools, my only stipulations in picking them were that they were masters level programs, and that they were far enough north to have real seasons. The Philadelphia College of Osteopathic Medicine (PCOM) being the most random of all, I pretty much added it to the application on a whim (which was most likely God telling me to apply there). I got interviews at only 2 of the 6 schools I applied to. The one in Pittsburgh and PCOM. I left to drive to Pennsylvania on a Saturday morning. I got as far as Black River Falls, WI - I ran over a chunk of ice and put a hole in the transmission fluid tray. No more driving my car. The one shop in town couldn't get the part until Wednesday at the earliest. My PCOM interview was Tuesday. While I was deciding what to do, the thought went through my mind to give up on the whole thing and just go home. But so many people were so helpful, one woman gave me the name of a small dealership in town that rented out cars. Another woman offered to drive me to LaCrosse so I could fly to Philadelphia in time for my interview. I had never met these people before. God definitely put them in my path to get me to Philadelphia. Ultimately, my mom and dad ended up delivering my mom's mini-van to me (a 6 hour drive) and driving back to Mora together. God also gave me awesome parents. So, after those occurrences, when I was accepted at PCOM, I knew that is where God wanted me.
Most of you were there the fall of 2003 when I talked about my mission trip to Jamaica and how much our group of 10 girls had grown together while we were there. One girl, Amy used to live in Philly as a missionary, so she gave me some hints about living there. I moved to Philly in June 2005. Christina, another from the Jamaica team, came in August. Sonja, another girl, came in November. And then Amy moved back to Philly for ministry this past summer. God definitely had a hand in that. We already had a relationship going among us, we were all in a new city needing good Christian friends, and God brought us to each other. Although we don't see each other too often, with the combination of all our busy schedules, it is still a comfort knowing that we're all here.
While I was here last year God also brought into my life another friend, Joannah, who was a year ahead of me in the program, and could give me advice and such about the program. But more than that, she brought me along every Sunday to an awesome church when I didn't have my car in the fall. Then when I brought it back after Christmas, we continued to go to church together and split the driving. We were able to support each other and pray for each other through the stresses of this program.
Even when I feel that I just got the biggest blow in the world, God is in control and knows what I need. That definitely happened when I failed a course over this past summer. I got a final grade of 68.5%, I needed 70% to pass the course. I would have had to answer 2, only 2, more questions right on exams to pass that course. I was devastated. Not only had I never failed anything before, but this was going to keep me from starting rotations on time and I was not going to graduate on my original graduation date. I studied for 2 weeks straight, and flew back to Philadelphia to take the remedial exam. If I got lower than 70% on the remedial exam, I would be a whole year behind because I would have to retake this course the following summer. If I passed, I would only be 6 weeks behind. That's a lot of pressure. I PASSED! By much more than I needed to. And then, I had 5 more weeks to relax before starting rotations. This turned out to be the best thing for me. I got to take a break, I got to visit friends I hadn't seen in awhile, I got to work at the state fair with my 4-H friends and re-connect with them. I was so re-energized to go back in September. Even though I originally thought this was the worst thing that could have happened. God knew I needed the break. And He found a way to give me that break. He does not always work in the ways we thing He should, but everything He does IS good.
Living in a big city, I have learned many things. I have learned to appreciate being able to see the stars and God's natural beauty. I have learned how easy it is to keep something as simple as a pack of graham crackers with you to give to a person who is hungry and homeless. I have learned how thankful a homeless person is to have your leftovers from a restaurant. I have learned to appreciate a slower pace of life. I have learned that God can work in unexpected ways.
I have awesome family and friends that God has blessed me with to make this experience easier. My mom who I talk to weekly, and forwards me mail and the Times, and who came to visit me in February. My dad who helped me move out here... and then move my stuff back to Minnesota 14 months later. My sister who made the trip out here with me for my interviews. The rest of my family who is supportive and encouraging when I'm not feeling to confident of my abilities.