If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

I am the product of preachers wishing the next generation knows the Word better than them. The red letters of Christ’s words flow through me like my own blood.

I am the product of past generations wishing for education to be available to all. I have opportunities to further myself that were once unimaginable.

I am the product of my mother wishing that her daughter would be ok. I climbed mountains with her as my rope and Christ as the anchor at the top of the mountain. Christ guided her, who in turn guided me through my education.

These wishes flowed together to create the storm that is me. A woman guided by God who now knows nothing can stand in her way with God guiding her. His breath blowing me where He needs me to be. His voice whispering His guidance into my ears.