So here we are, a month before we sail to south africa. All I keep thinking about is that I have four more months left of this grand adventure. Four months sounds so short compared to twelve! I have no clue what these next months are going to look like for me but I do know that I am already starting to get into the mind set of going home.I know that I want to go to college when I get home but I just don't have a clue which college I want to go to. I also know that if I want to get up and going right when I go home I will have to apply while I am here and then I will have two months to visit and decide. Two months in the life span of mercy ships is not long at all so it makes me a little nervious. I also have no idea what im going to do job wise and all that jazz. I think sometimes I can get a little carried away when it comes to thinking ahead. I know I need to do some planning but I also know that I MUST trust God when it comes to my life and I need to learn not to worry so much.

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There is the cutest little toddler you have ever seen on this ship, his name is Max. Max loves to run. So I decided to chase him last night. He kept yelling "you cant get me! you cant get me!" and then I caught him in my arms and was tickling him to death. I put him down and that of course, is when he said " Chase me Rachael! Chase me!" So, I proceded to chase him again. I was almost up to him when he fell right in front of me and I was going to squish him to death. So I did what I could by diving over him and landing with all my weight on my right knee and then toppling over. Max, got up with a big smile on his face and said " you cant get me Rachael!"and ran away.

Pain, Mucho Pain.

Then End