I have always wanted in some way to be a part of something bigger. I told my husband that if I were not married with children I would probably be in some remote part of a little known country performing missionary work in the Peace Corps. Remember those tests they have you take in high school where by the end of it, the results are supposed to show what kind of career you should set your sites on? I was always going back and forth about who I wanted to be when I grew up, and what I could do with my life that would mean something.

The results of my test pointed me in the direction of service—whether it be in the medical field, or any business that dealt in hospitality, or work serving animals in some way. It seemed to capture me as a person, but I was still undecided. My choices then were to join the Peace Corps, become a veterinarian, or a marine biologist. Since none of these career paths came to fruition and instead God has blessed me with a beautiful family and a good life, I can say that I have no regrets. But I do have a calling in my heart. That call is to perform mission work for God, helping in whatever manner He would call me to.