Everybody has a story.
Mine is one of birth, being born again, then given a second chance at truly
living my dream life.
I was born and raised in a very small town in Indiana, the eldest of four girls. My parents did the best they could to give us roots and wings; I know there certainly was not a lot of loot for things! I spent most of my childhood on my grandparent’s farm, not much to do (outside of gardening & chores) so I spent many hours reading and day-dreaming of the day I would be free to explore and travel the world!!!
My family wasn’t much on encouraging a dreamer. Reality was I needed to study and get good grades so I could get a job to work hard to pay the bills, etc. But I always had this feeling and desire to accomplish something really great with my life. I didn’t know exactly what it was that I was going to do, as a matter of fact, I was envious of people who seemed to “just know” that they wanted to be a doctor, lawyer, accountant, etc. Looking back, I can now see that God was guiding me towards His plan for me all along.
I was born and raised in a very small town in Indiana, the eldest of four girls. My parents did the best they could to give us roots and wings; I know there certainly was not a lot of loot for things! I spent most of my childhood on my grandparent’s farm, not much to do (outside of gardening & chores) so I spent many hours reading and day-dreaming of the day I would be free to explore and travel the world!!!
My family wasn’t much on encouraging a dreamer. Reality was I needed to study and get good grades so I could get a job to work hard to pay the bills, etc. But I always had this feeling and desire to accomplish something really great with my life. I didn’t know exactly what it was that I was going to do, as a matter of fact, I was envious of people who seemed to “just know” that they wanted to be a doctor, lawyer, accountant, etc. Looking back, I can now see that God was guiding me towards His plan for me all along.
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