Before I can update everyone on my daily happenings, let me start from the beginning. This can also be read on the ABOUT me page. I hope this blog will encourage all those who stumble upon it. Never ever give up...God does have a plan.
****** Over the last few years I have sought the Lord and His direction back to the mission field where I know I am called to be. The process hasn't always been easy...but He is guiding me all the way. So this is my journey... ...At the age of three I began sharing with my parents that I was called to be a missionary. This was an unusual calling as most three year olds do not even know what this means. I was passionate from a young age and knew where my future calling was to be. As I grew up, the desire only became stronger and stronger. When I turned 11 years old I heard a missionary from Ireland speak, and I knew that was to be my some day home and place to share my faith with all that would hear. However, life doesn't always go the way we plan or even hope. Sometimes we are taken on a journey to learn and grow and become a more determined soldier for Christ. As I went off to Bible College I knew it was time to buckle down and prepare for the imminent future. I of course thought it would be simple. College...marriage...children...mission field. God however had a different plan that soon became all too real. Instead, for six years I went from one ministry to the next and the other dreams I had never became a reality. For three of those years I travelled the world in places like Kenya, Uganda, Tanzania, Zambia, The Philippines, Belize, and London. My heart of course was to the people of the UK and Ireland, but Africa set a desire in me like I had never known before. The more I travelled the more I knew where I needed to be...The one and only Ireland. Well...that door was still closed and no matter how much I pushed...it remained that way. So I did what I felt God moving me to do...I prayed and God opened the door for me to work with missionaries in London. I was overjoyed because God was directing, and there was a peace I could not deny. As I left the ministry I loved and stepped out into the unknown I was beyond excited about this journey. However, six months later the door was once again closing, only now I was jobless. I knew I was right where God wanted me...but once again I was stuck without a plan. So I got a job...and I found a new plan. I would work during the day and find time when I could to do whatever ministry I could get my hands on and prepare for the day I once again can call the foreign mission field home. Simple task you ask? Oh definitely not. Almost three years later I am still working and praying for the future. Just as God always does, when I least expected it, God opened another door and a place to call my temporary home. In the small town of Bastrop, Texas some dear friends invited me out for a visit. I quickly discovered that I did not wish to leave, and found excuses to return as often as possible. Something about this small town spoke to me, and the fresh country air was also a plus. I found solace in my friends there and their willingness to help me get back to where I am called to be. They have worked out a way for me to live in a nice home, and a place to start a new. With a mobile job...it was an opportunity I knew was of God. Now it is time to see where these new set of shoes will take me. What does Bastrop and the greater Austin area hold? What doors will God open for me to reach central Texas with the good news of Christ? Let's see what only God can do...this is my journey and a great one at that!
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