Dreams....

When I was younger I wanted to be a professional singer. I can't carry a tune to save my life and my little brother frequently reminds me of that to this day.

I also wanted to be a professional basketball player. I hyperextended my back to the point where I am at risk of herniating a disk and actually breaking my back. (I'm desperately avoiding cracks in the walkway at all costs)

My dreams became more realistic as I aged. I wanted to be a teacher, of P.E. or Algebra 1. My little brother helped me learn that teaching doesn't come naturally to me. This dream carried me through much of middle school and all most all of high school.

Senior year in Mr. Griffiths Human Geography class this changed. We watched a film about the genocide in Rowanda and something in me snapped to attention. I began to wonder how many of these men, women and children invovled died without knowing or hearing the Good News. I became grieved knowing the answer was many. I have wanted to go to Africa ever since.

At MSU, my major is focused on child health/services and developement. After taking Human Sexuality and learning about FGM (femail genital mutilation) an interest in women's studies has sparked and wanting to teach women in less developed countries about taking care of their bodies - and help these nations view women and girls more as equals and less like objects.

After MSU I want to persue Biblical teaching either at MBC here in Bozeman or at EBC in L.A.



Please visit this website if you would like to learn more about FGM. http://www.who.int/mediacentre/factsheets/fs241/en/

moving on

Moving has never settled well with me. While I'm used to moving I just don't like it, leaving good friends behind for a place with strangers and hundreds of unknowns. Get me in a situation like that and I don't talk or look people in the eye. While I'm not the one moving, my heart still feels like it's being torn out and stepped on. I feel alone.