KID! I've been in the church house since the womb, literally. I grew up being taught to love others even when they do me wrong, treat everyone how I want to be treated, that Jesus loves me even when I mess up, and to serve others, because it's better to give than receive. However, no one ever told me that all of my friends wouldn't care that I was a Christian, that being different in a very crazy world would be so difficult, or that sometimes sharing Christ means stepping outside of my comfort zones.
Well, here I am, 19 now and preparing to go to Kenya. I've never been outside of the country. Honestly, the only time I've ever even been outside of the state without my parents was to go see my best friend for a week during Spring Break. It's going to be
but what would could be more scary than being hung on a cross for something I didn't even do? I guess what I'm saying is that I can sit here and be nervous, or wonder about the things I'll see, but all of that doesn't matter. God gave me a CALL, and I have to answer. He gave me TALENTSand I have to share them. He asked me a QUESTIONand I had to say yes.