Passions

I've held a passion for missions and other cultures since high school, a heart for the hurting since middle school, and have loved art even longer. Mid-way through college, I thought it'd be incredible to combine those passions by painting murals and doing art with hurting kids all over the world. At the time, I had no idea how this would work, and simply was not in a conducive life state to pursue this dream, so it fizzled for a time. I rather focused my energies on college classes, student teaching, and prepping for the education world-- but the dream didn't die. 

Fast forward. As I prepped for this trip to Zambia, I asked and agreed to paint murals and lead art activities. I prayed that through this experience, God would provide clarity into the future, giving me a glimpse at next steps in my life. A few days ago, that dream that was stored away found its way to the forefront of my mind. I remembered. 

And how it resonated. My heart was filled with joy as this passion was reignited and to see the beginnings of this dream take root in the here and now. 

And while I do not know when or where or how this passion will take shape going forward, I trust God will provide the right people and circumstances at the perfect time to make it come to pass.