the first boy I ever loved.

Today I want to tell a story that's long overdue. It's about the first time I told a boy I liked him and everything that came after. I walked through the rain, literally, to go and tell him. My heart was racing and I had never EVER before confessed any feelings of any sort to [...]

finally going on a mission trip (!!!)

I remember clearly the day that I knew what God had called me to be. I was about four years old. I was driving across a bridge in Louisiana, staring at the clouds out the window, when I knew. I am called to be a missionary. The basic definition of "missionary", is someone who insistently [...]