Saying that today was a good day might be an understatement. Today was a great day. Today was a day that I needed so much to start feeling normal again.

I have only been in the states for 6 weeks. In reverse culture shock time that is not a lot. I have noticed myself slowly getting back to normal but slowly would be the key word. I don't think people really understand culture shock and can sometimes make you feel insignificant if you are the one dealing with it. Mood swings, loneliness, inability to make a decision when faced with too many options are just some of the things I have been dealing with for the past 6 weeks. On the outside I was fine but on the inside I was screaming.

I think it is important for people to understand this about mission work. This is probably one of the most overlooked issues that missionaries face. People think that just because you come back to good old America everything should be fine. Of course it is going to be fine...I have 23 different flavors of ice cream to chose from or sonic is now putting candy in their slushes. Little things that "normal" people see as everyday occurrences can be a huge challenge for me right now.

But here I am. Waking up every morning and getting through the day by the Grace of God. However today was different. Yesterday was a bad day. Yesterday I questioned what I was doing probably 1,000 or more times. Yesterday was hard. But today I woke up expecting God to show me my purpose...and He did.