I've got some 'splainin' to do

As I mentioned in a previous post, I am moving to Washington, DC, in a week for an internship. Let me give you a little rundown of the events leading up to this decision:

May 2010 Baptist Joint Committee visits Samford and speaks to my Media of Religion class. I'm fascinated. They mention an internship in DC. I like DC. I apply for said internship. "Why not?" I think.

May- mid August 2010 Summer goes by. Think nothing of internship. Babysit a lot. Begin working for my dad.

Mid-August 2010 Mother reminds me of DC internship and if I've heard from them. I tell her "no," but I might as well shoot them an e-mail. Total shot in the dark. Expect nothing from it.

September 7, 2010, 10:30 am. Get a call from Executive Director of BJC. I think he's about to interview me. But instead he offers me the fall internship, effective immediately.

September 7, 2010, 10:34 am. "I'm sorry, WHAT?!!!"

September 7, 2010, 12:15ish pm. Accept internship offer.

September 8, 2010, I don't remember the time. Housing details worked out. Living on Constitution Avenue. Housing paid for. Monthly stipend. God is good.

I love the organization I'm going to be interning for. You should check them out. The BJC is an advocacy group for all religious organizations, and it works to protect and defend the First Amendment and the separation of church and state. Awesome. Please ask me about it... I think I'm already growing passionate about the cause.

My head is still reeling over all that has transpired in the last few weeks. I really don't know what I signed up for. This is way out of Brittany's comfort zone. Brittany doesn't do this kind of thing. Brittany likes to talk in the third person.

I've been in a lot of denial lately, and I haven't thought much about actually leaving. I've got a lot to distract me during the next week, so I plan to deal with reality as soon as I arrive in DC. I wish I could tell you all that the Lord has done through this, but I'm afraid I would develop arthritis from typing too much. But I will tell you this: He is faithful. I am not. And He knows what I desire much more than I do.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm afraid I need to go brush up on my 10th grade Government notes. And perhaps watch some School House Rock (the one about the bill sitting on Capitol Hill). And pack.

God Bless America!