I never wanted anything in life more than I wanted to be a missionary.
As a child, I would sit on the floor with a globe.
Niii… geeer… eee… ah
Uzzz… beck…ih… stan
I dreamed of discovering the places my fingers found on that globe.
In 2013, it seemed like that dream was finally becoming reality. Four years prior, I had left a good job, a good church, and a great community to go to seminary following my call and purpose. January 1, 2014, I had packed my bags and was heading to Kenya, walking into everything I believed God had for me.
Two years ago this week, I was back home after only 18 months in Kenya. I was hurt. I was angry. I was broken. I had no idea what I was doing or what was next, except I had…
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