This is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. It’s something I’ve thought about…talked about…prayed about and dreamed about. It’s also something I have put off for a long time. But no longer. Today is the day I start writing the story of my life. A life much like yours. A life full of ups and downs, trials and tribulations. A life full of craziness and laughter. A life full of blessings and grace. A life of faith and folly.


It was an early morning in late August. The sun was not yet shining and my body was not yet awake, as my mom and I waited in a grocery store parking lot for my ride to the next phase of my life. College.

Within a matter of minutes a white Volkswagen Rabbit came squealing into the parking lot and like a breath of fresh air, out popped my future room-mate, Ginger. She was happy and perky and seemingly 100% confident about this new adventure we were about to embark on…or maybe she was like me, clueless, scared and running on pure adrenalin. This was, after all, the most exciting thing to happen to me in my 19 years on this earth.

Most people start thinking about college long before they’re nineteen, but I’m not most people. Believe it or not, furthering my education had never entered my mind. Ever. I didn’t like school. I didn’t do well in school. After I finally graduated, going back to school was the last thing I wanted to do. I feel the need to clarify something. When I said I didn’t like school…I meant I didn’t like the academic part of school. The studying. The tests. The report cards. The books. The papers. The locker number I could never remember. There was one part however that came easy for me. The social side! We’ll talk more about that later.

When Ginger pulled up, we excitedly hugged necks, then started loading my stuff into her car. What ever made Ginger and I think we could get all we needed, for a year, in her Volkswagen Rabbit is beyond me. But, somehow we crammed all that we had in that little box on wheels. Once all of my college necessities were transferred to her car it was time for the hard part. Saying good-bye.

The whole going away to college thing happened very quickly for me, so there wasn’t a lot of time to prepare emotionally for me or my mom. It had only been about six weeks prior, that I decided to go away to college. To this day, my husband makes fun of how I came to such a big decision in my life so quickly and with little thought. Here’s how the whole thing happened.

It was in my 19th year on this earth. I had received my high school diploma two years before and was enjoying the freedoms that come with young adulthood. I was a currier for a travel agency by day and a carefree teenage girl by night. Now, I know what you must be thinking, that I was a troubled teen that thrived on the night club scene. No, quite the opposite. I spent my nights with friends going to see movies and shopping at the mall. I had recently given my heart to the Lord for the 27th and final time. This time was different. It was real and I was serious about living my life according to Gods plans and not my own.

I remember vividly, laying in my bed one night wondering what God might have planned for me and my bright future. A young girl with no strings attached and willing to do or go wherever God saw fit. “Lord”, I said with a sincere heart, “I will give it all up for you. Everything. My mom and dad, my job, my friends, my church, my car, even my boyfriend if you’ll just tell me what you want me to do, Amen”. It was just that simple. From that point on, my life was not my own nor would it ever be the same. To be continued…