Childhood

I was blessed to grow up in a Christian home with wonderful Christian parents. They were always interested in Missions and even prayed about going themselves therefore instilling in me a heart for missions at an early age. I believe I was 5 when I decided I was going to be a foreign missionary. I was able to go on two short term missions trips while in highschool which I was so blessed by it only instilled the desire more.

Contrasting my husband was raised in a nonChristian home with parents that liked to drink and smoke weed. He was often neglected by both parents and his parents were divorced when he was about 12. He did have a grandmother who although quite critical loved him and made sure he had the things he needed. He did not come to know Christ personally until the age of 21 after drinking his way out of college and the military. Thankfully while in the military he received a Gideon's pocket Bible and somehow kept for 2 years in a box, and on one night when he was contimplating suicide he felt drawn to the back of his closet to this box where he found the Bible read the back and was saved that night all by himself. I will tell more about his call to missions in the next blog.

Our Families Beginning

So I'm starting this blog as a way to mark are journey to the mission field, something my husband and I both wanted since before we were married. We've been married almost 12 years and other than short term trips we are still here in the states. Since it looks like it may be happening soon (in the next year) I'd like to write or document our past and reasons for the delay if for noone other than our children.