And I am part of something so much bigger than me.
I accepted Christ for the first time when I was in 7th grade, on a mission trip to New Orleans. But after the trip my heart fell back into what the world keeps telling us we "need". The desires of my heart became just that, and I once again had become consumed with the world. I wanted the American Dream, graduate college, get married, have kids and live life going through the motions. I am by no means saying that these things, such as college, getting married, having kids and living in a nice house are bad or wrong. I am not saying that any or all of these things are not in Gods plan for me. The problem with my plan, was God was not in it. And if course the general fact that I believed that MY plan, was going to work... when I had not let God lead me. I continued going on missions, two more trips to New Orleans, one to Costa Rica, one to Scotland and one to Nicaragua. Before Scotland, missions was just a fun past time, something to keep me entertained during the summers. However, in Scotland, my heart broke, God had broken my heart, for missions. What kind of missions? Who knows? Missions take place everywhere, not just overseas. They take place in our homes, our schools and our own communities. I never wanted the life of an overseas missionary though, I thought I wasn't good enough, Holy enough, strong enough.... and guess what? I'm not. But God is. So here I am, two years later, sitting in my dorm room at Gardner-Webb University double majoring in Mission Studies and Business and hopefully a minor in World Religion. I am surrounded by amazing friends, spiritual leaders and natural beauty. So what comes next? Who knows?
God has a plan, and I intend to follow his path for me,
I intend to walk with the strength of Yahweh.
Why?
Because He gave His only son, so that I could live.
Because He loves me more than I could ever grasp.
Because He has never left my side, no matter how many times I ran.
Because I CANT do it without Him.
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