I have always loved adventure. I love traveling and
exploring new places and seeing new things. I caught the “Europe bug” my senior
year of high school after a trip to England and Wales, followed by a quick visit
to see my cousins who were living in Germany. These couple of weeks sparked my
interest in the UK, and as time went on my desire to live here grew. A year and a bit later, Ireland happened. Then two years after, I came to Fort William for the first time.
I had no idea what God had in store. I never would have guessed I would be living in a little house in the village of Caol, with a view of the tallest mountain in the UK from my window. I didn't know how much I would love this place, these people. I didn't know that it would hurt so bad to leave.
But God has a plan. He has a plan for the sadness of saying goodbye, and the joy of saying hello to the man I will marry and the family and friends that have my heart. He has a plan for the processing that is to come, and for the people who will fill the spot I've had while serving in Kilmallie's congregation. He has a plan for all of it. I know that. And I trust that.
I will follow Him wherever He leads.
"He who has called you is faithful; he will surely do it."
1 Thessalonians 5:24