These pages are filled with random quotes and favorite Scriptures. Feel free to browse. But first, I would like to share my story with you. I was raised in a Christian home. My father was a pastor until I was 8 years old, so I grew up hearing about Christ. When I was 9, I accepted Christ as my Savior. From then on, things were pretty complacent. My life was going wonderful; good friends, perfect family. I didn't pray or read my Bible during the week, only on Sunday. I didn't realize then how important it was. That changed when I hit high school. My freshman year I met one of my close friends. We had only known each other a few months when she told me her mom and younger sister both had cancer. My first reaction was fear, followed by anger at God. Eventually, I calmed down and started praying for them...not regularly, but some. Then during my sophomore year, my friend was diagnosed with cancer herself. I yelled at God again...I didn't understand where He was or how He could allow this. Again, I eventually calmed down and began praying a little more frequently and started reading my Bible. Then during my junior year, my world fell apart. My perfect family was getting divorced. I hated God. I didn't pray unless I was yelling at Him, I stopped reading my Bible altogether. A few times I contemplated suicide, although I knew I could never do it. I just didn't understand. However, I never walked away from my faith. I did get angry with God, but I still knew and believed that He was there. Slowly, I started reading my Bible again and praying. At the end of my senior year, I felt God calling me to missions. I was terrified of this...and asked Him multiple times if He was sure He wanted to call me. But He did. And He gave me confirmation through Scripture, friends, and a peace that surpassed all understanding. I started college and my spiritual life started taking off. I began reading the Bible seriously, praying everyday, and had such a joy. But things changed again. During my freshman year of college, my sister was diagnosed three times with cancer. Each time I became more fearful. I didn't yell at God this time, but my trust was shaken. As I learned to lean on Him more, my fear subsided. Then during my sophomore year, one of the deans at my college (who was a very close friend) was diagnosed with cancer. He only lived a few months afterward. Instead of yelling at God, I had finally learned how to take my hurt to Him and let Him heal. It's not easy...but He never promised it would. However, He did promise to walk every step of the way with us, if we let Him. I am currently working through my senior year of college and have learned to see life as an adventure. God does not allow anything to happen that He knows we cannot handle...but if we are relying on His strength, we can handle anything. Whatever you may be facing, take it to God. Let Him lead you and help you through it. He is always faithful, always good, always there for us, no matter what.