I’ve always known that God had called me to do something.

The question was… what is that Something?


When I was in high school I had the privilege of going on two week-long missions trips to Haiti and probably 6-8 more short trips to Mexico (we lived in Texas at the time – international missions trips could be a weekend jaunt!).  My heart broke for the desperately poor, the orphans, the forgotten ones.  I thought I was called to missions. I was willing to go!  I still am – but that is not where God is taking me at this point in my life.

My junior and senior year I was in a public school for the first time in my life.  I loved the friends God brought me into contact with.  My heart was heavy for them.  I thought God was calling me to teach in a public school. I was willing to go!  …and then I wrestled with the fact that I absolutely hated being an education major in college.  I kept pushing on for two years, convinced that this was what God had for me.  Until my future husband asked me a question that changed my life, “but what do you really want to do?  What are you passionate about?”