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A Brief History of Me

            As a child, I always enjoyed history class. My teacher was engaging and always seemed to bring the stories to life. I believe this is what originally sparked my interesting in learning about different cultures. I was always fascinated when missionaries would come speak at my church and talk about the country they were serving in, but I never thought I could be the person ministering to those people.   I always believed that this was a job meant for those picked by God, and I would not be one of them. However, one summer at a National church conference, I sat and listened to a former pastor speak about different cultures , and about how many people had never heard about God and they did not have a Bible in their language. I was shocked by the numbers, I felt God speaking to my heart, telling me He wanted me to be one of those people who go and tell those who have never heard about Him.                 After that, I signed up for a missions trip for the next summer after

A Fear of Death

Just 3 months ago, I was writing posts celebrating Christmas and the birth of Jesus. Such a joyous time Christmas is. It's one of my favorite times of the year. Now just a few short months later, Easter is upon us. For us, only a few months pass between celebrating a birth and celebrating a death. It sounds so gruesome to think of it as celebrating Jesus' death. But death is a huge part of why Christ came to earth. Without his shed blood, we would be hopelessly lost. Yet death is such a scary thing for us. At least, it is to me, even though I am a Christian. It's something I fight with myself about constantly. Something I have to pray about consistently. I have to ask God to take away my fear of death, to remind me that He is waiting for me on the other side and I have nothing to fear. And yet my flesh is so weak and so scared. But just think about Jesus up on that cross - think about how much pain he was in, how he was suffering physically and spiritually. And remembe

He causes it to come.

Some days are like springtime, warm and fresh, Gentle breezes blowing, sun smiling down . Birds singing and flowers blooming, Everything seems perfect, like nothing can go wrong.  But dark clouds gather quickly and the sky is torn open By harsh rain and lightning. Your perfect day can be ruined in a flash of clouds and rain. Just remember who controls the storm - Remember He planned it all. He knows the moment it will stop And He can tell the sun to return. He gives sunshine and rain, flowers and puddles, lightning and rainbows. He knows when you need a perfect day And when you need rain.  He is with you always in the storm and in the sun. Don't forget Him during the good times, Because He is thinking of you. He gave you the perfect day - Remember to thank Him.  And thank Him during the storm as well. Don't be frightened because He is holding you and the storm in His hands. He knows when you need a perfect day And when you need ra