I wanna go to Britain again...

Fish. Bread. Ovens. Chicken. Pork chops. Knives. Salads. Meat balls. Meat loaves. Soap. Dishes. Too much water everywhere. Custumers. Smiling people. Grumpy people. Colleagues. Nice colleagues. Jesus in the middle of it all. That is my life these days. Tomorrow is the last day of this working marathon lasting for twelve days. It is a little bit rough on a former student who is not used this kind of work, for this many hours, for this many days in a row. But I like it. I really believe God wants me to be exactly where I am. That is in my local grocery store right down the street, bringing His kingdom to my colleagues and neighbourhood just by being there.