God is good.

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.

Spin… Tap

Niii… geeer… eee… ah

Spin… Tap

Bra… zil

Spin… Tap 

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…