My Dream:

I dream of residing in Zambia, Africa.

I dream of working alongside vulnerable children, enabling, encouraging, and loving them.
I dream of the Lord working through me so that they see His heart for them.
I dream that they know they are chosen, valued, and way more important than anyone has treated
them in their past.
I dream I can reunite with my heart once again, but for good.

With these dreams come goodbyes.

Goodbye to my brother, who has been a constant throughout most of my life.
Goodbye to my grandparents, who have taught me how to love wholeheartedly.
Goodbye to my work family, who have taken me under their wing for the last 4 years.
But most of all.
Goodbye to my dad, who has been my best friend throughout my whole life.
Who has raised me selflessly.
Taught me how to give generously.
Been there for me no matter what, even if that means making his own sacrifice.

I pray the Lord uses me no matter where I end up, but I pray the sacrifice doesn’t feel so much
like a sacrifice, but an act of obedience. That the Lord be glorified throughout the rest of my
days.