One Semester Down, One More To Go

    Spending these last few months at Trinity Bible College has been one of the best decisions I have ever made! It has been such a privilege to sit in classes that are focusing on things I deeply care about and want to learn. I have already learned a lot about ministry and how to serve in all different ways. God is constantly giving me reassurance about my passion for missions. 
    It is good to be home with family and friends for winter break. I live in a beautiful place, and I practically broke my nose on the window on the train as we drove through Glacier Park and I pressed my face up against the glass to see the dark silhouettes of real life mountains. I have about a month to save up, pray, and prepare my heart for the next semester coming up. I get the sense that I can live anywhere on earth but there will always be something special about Montana. I am so grateful for all the people who go through life with me. 
    My year is just getting started, and next semester I will be spending six weeks in South Africa, as well as two weeks in Israel! This is really an incredible opportunity, and I feel so blessed to be a part of it. I cannot wait to learn how to do missions overseas. I also know that it will change my life to be able to see the area where so many Bible stories took place. 
    God is truly doing things every day, and I encourage you to press in and listen to what He has for you today. I have discovered that how much you get out of life is directly proportionate to how much effort you put into it.

I look forward with excitement -- God is good no matter what
my heart is full

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