So I was unoriginal growing up. I wanted to be a doctor. My mother is a lawyer, so it made sense. Fast forward to one of my sixth grade classrooms, and you'd find me talking about wanting to be a missionary. Funny, I was the grown up talking about what I want to do when I grow up more. Inevitably one of the students wanted to know what a missionary does, and I was all too glad to talk about what I want to do. It's interesting how every year that vision becomes clearer and clearer, but it all began very simply. I was at my church during a missions conference, and that's where I came to the realization that I would not be what I had thought. A very close friend has had a passion for Sudan for years. I don't remember the details, but before I knew it I was telling people that I wanted to live in Sudan for a few years and teach. Surely, a few years would be a noble stint... However, at the missions conference I realized that God was calling me to a lifetime, not a sti...
Adventures in following the living God.