Talking, eating, talking, tea, walking and walking, talking. This has been my last week. I have had the amazing opportunities to talk and meet some amazing Indian Muslims. As I have sat and listened to their stories of coming here to America, or growing up here in America I have really been challenged. The people we have been talking to are some

Who knew that New York City was such a mix of people? I never realized that I would hear other languages more often than I heard English, or would meet more people from other countries than I do from the United States. It is quite the place to be I must say. Sure it is hard having noise all the time, but at the same time it is great to be having diversity all the time. O how the Lord loves diversity, as I have been thinking about this truth more and more it has taken a new meaning for me here in New York City. The Love of God is here. Praise Jesus.
O, and the New York Public Library is a good place to write; I tell you, your IQ goes up at least 100 points by just sitting in this aparatus of knowedge. I think Indian Jones was filmed here.
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