What Next?

    So now what? Now that I have completed Pack Your Bags, what am I going to do with my life? I mean, PYB was my ONE BIG ADVENTURE, right? What even is there to live for anymore? 

    Well, God is always taking me on new adventures. In a couple weeks, I will start school with Canvas School of Ministry here in the Flathead Valley through Northwest University which is based in Kirkland, WA. Basically, I get to earn a degree (Ministry Leadership) and actually be able to pay for it as well as get ministry experience and connections as I go. These connections will set me up for an incredible start on the mission field when the time comes.
    I have been attending Canvas Church (formerly Kalispell Christian Center) for 14 years of my life. While I was at Trinity Bible College, I was able attend Montana Youth Conference as a Representative of my school. While I was there, I was given the job of guarding a door that happened to be near two men who were having a conversation. I overheard one of them say "Canvas Church" and immediately took attention because that is my home church. I spoke with the man and found out he was a newly hired pastor at my church and that he will be running a School of Ministry program the next fall -- right after I finish PYB. We talked a lot, and something about the program stood out to me. I spent the rest of that semester and the next thinking about what I would do after PYB. CSM (Canvas School of  Ministry) kept coming back to my mind, but I was scared of picking it. I prayed and prayed about it.

    One day, at a very charismatic church gathering in South Africa, Something clicked in my heart and mind and I felt a peace about going to CSM. The next day, I applied. I cannot wait to see where God is going to take me ~

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