I’m a dreamer.
My dreams are a joyous marriage of stardust and hope. I dream (and pray) to become the woman God has called me to be. I pray to be stern enough that people will take me seriously despite my youthful inquisitiveness. I pray to be steadfast in my faith, to grow and become further and further in love; Intoxicated, involved, with Christ. I yearn to make the world a better place and to establish a positive influence on people; to help people realize the good (not to say they should be ignorant of what is happening) and to grow.
God has called me to the mission field and to be honest, initially I was intimidated by the calling. I’m from a family where we live paycheck off paycheck, a family with a single mother, where I was the first one to graduate high school. Affording a university barely seemed possible nevertheless being on the mission field. Through a lot of prayers (and yes, some tears), God revealed to me that He has marked me for a different path. . . before I was even thought of.
I’m not sure what my calling for mission will progress to; whether it’s cuddling with children in India or addressing the medical needs in the homeless population in America. I’m trusting that God will guide me through it.
I am a dreamer and my dreams have yet to come. I am perusing them through the grace of God.
