Graduating high school I knew I would go to college. I
always imagined it this way, I would finish quickly in 4 years, continue to
coach basketball, work in the youth group and then pay it forward by teaching.
As this “school year� comes to an end I should be moving
into my last and final year to receive that coveted bachelor’s degree… Instead,
I’ll be moving to Kenya, Africa. I am not saying that, that life still doesn’t
sound great. In fact sometimes I still dream about where I would be and what I
could be doing. But I needed to choose, I needed to make a choice if I would be
“ok, or not ok� with the things my eyes had seen, my ears had heard, and my
heart was broken for. 
Obviously, I was not ok. So, this July I am moving to Kenya Africa to work with a group
of refugees in the middle of the Rift Valley.
I don’t necessarily know completely what I am doing and I
don’t know if I am fully equipped and skilled with the education I need. I
actually will probably fail at points along the way. But there is one thing I
do know. I know that my heart is beating so fast I can’t contain it. There is
love to give in my veins and I am called to bring hope to these forgotten
people. That’s it.
That’s all I have to offer and I believe it’s all I really
need. I’ve learned to love by someone who has loved me unconditionally. I have
learned to bring hope by someone who has delivered me from the dark places. I
have learned audacity from someone who has never failed to protect me. I have
learned the strength to keep going by someone who never fails to give me just
enough.
That’s what I bring to the table. That’s what I bring to
Kenya. Kenya…get ready.
