I volunteered at a christian orphanage for 5 weeks in the fall of 2013. After my internship I was asked to write how Jesus brought me here and this was what I wrote:
Well the timing could not have worked out more perfectly. I had a five week block to fill within my summer travels. It just so happens that five weeks is the suggested duration of an Internship at Robins Nest. Not only had five weeks made for a great internship opportunity but my particular availability overlapped the prior intern by one week, giving me a perfect amount of time to get connected and learn the tools of the trade before taking on the task myself. To ice the cake, my term was split down the middle between summer vacation and school, giving me an even view of both worlds from endless hours of soccer and riding bikes to endless hours of home-schooling and homework. The list goes on of how every detail fell in place. Coincidence? I don’t believe so. It was no question that Jesus had put me here with great confidence of knowing that this is where I belong. I enjoy traveling and trying new things. In most cases I would consider myself a wanderer, but not here. While at The Nest I discovered over a dozen references to the word “wander” in The Bible. I was surprised to see that in most cases it means being lost. As much as I liked being thought of as a wanderer, I was not lost. I was meant to be there. I was meant to meet every person I met (of all ages too) and I was meant to give every bit of energy I had even if it meant pulling a few hairs out of my head. This was how I knew, by the end, that I gave everything I can offer. From the moment I was told about Robins Nest while back home in Utah, Jesus had his hand on my shoulder. He sat next to me while I exchanged emails with the office and played with ideas of going to Jamaica. He walked off the plane with me and held my hand on the steep, bumpy car ride approaching Robins Nest and from the top of Salters Hill we stood side by side sharing the distant views of His magnificent landscape blanketing the beautiful home He created, a warm Nest filled with new friends and God’s loving glory. Jesus wasn’t only by me; He was in the songs that the children sang; He was in the smell of the newly painted extension of the house, and He was in all the smiles at Sunday dinner. He’s always there and He’s always here too.