12:19 AM in Britain: I'm in His hands.

Over the course of the mere two days that I’ve been here, I’ve been amazed at how wonderful, comforting, and providing God has been for me. As I lay in bed the first night and asked Him over and over for confidence and peace, good friends, discernment, etc, I can look back now over the last 24 hours and see how He has answered those requests. He is so good! What I have been the most thankful for are the two good friends I’ve made—Caris (pronounced like Karis) and Kristen, who live across the hall from me. I found out tonight that they are both believers, don’t drink to get drunk, and want to travel EVERYWHERE just like me. I’m blessed to know them.

Tonight, the three of us went out to meet Caris’ friend Rob at a restaurant (okay, it was a bar, but they served food) near Waterloo Station. I was nervous about navigating the tube and stuff, but it was surprisingly easy. I was surprised at how much the British are willing to help. If you ask, they’ll gladly tell you and point you in the right direction. I also saw that when I was traveling with Carol—we had several people help us with our many bags.

Anyway, it was a fun night. Rob goes to Christ Church London which is within walking distance of the college. We were invited to come Sunday, and we decided we would. Yay for adventures and God’s provision!

Tomorrow’s Saturday, which means sleeping in, shopping, and more exploring. I’m getting the hang of this.