Mary is my mom's cousin. My dad and I slept at her house last night, with the understanding that would be the only night of using her house as a hotel.
I left her house today not knowing where I would be staying for the night, where I would be living for the next semester/year, anything at all about the High School Arabic program I am supposedly working for - whether or not I will get monetary compensation, or college credit, or anything ---- no knowledge about where I would work, or what in the heck I'm doing.
Driving down the street, wondering these things, I noticed the your-gas-tank-is-empty light flicker, and realized that my ATM card was with my little sister in Morocco.
Then, I heard my stomach growl, and realized that without money, eating could be an issue.
No food, no money, no gas, no job, but worst of all, no home.
I wandered campus, trying to find the people who could solve the "job" part of the problem, when my friend Liel called and basically said, "Hey, my friend decided yesterday to go to England for the next two months, and needs to sell her contract."
God cares about his children - not just the big life events, but our daily lives. Everything worked out. I don't know how to describe it.
Later, Liel, the girl whose contract I bought, their friends, and I went out to eat.
Two down, three to go.
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