In the past I've done what I consider to be a lot for others with my journals. Allowing others the opportunity to gain mods, advertise something they were doing, WhoreMongers, and many other fun links and contest.

Only, recently have I really been revealing what goes on in my life on an almost daily basis. That is why this journal, my 500TH Journal is dedicated entirely to me. How selfish is that? wink.png

I was born June 26th 1983 in the city of Quincy, Illinois to two fantastic parents. At 1 1/2 months I became an uncle which started what would become my very unusual life.

I was raised in a Christian home all my life attending church every Sunday. At the age of 4 I became aware of Heaven, Hell, and my Sinful Nature. Coming home from church one Sunday, I knelt beside my bed and prayed to accept Jesus Christ as my personal Savior.

For my schooling, I went to Calvary Baptist Academy starting out in pre-school. My first memory in pre-school was pulling the chair out from under a girl that I had a crush on. She still remembers that to this day, and we ended up working together a few years ago. We laughed about it then, but she cried when it originally happened.

At the age of 5, when most wanted to be professional athletes, firemen, someone famous, etc. I wanted to be a Missionary. My kindergarten teacher still asks me about that to this day.

I could tell several stories of my elementary age years, but we'll skip those to tell some more life-changing stories. I did, however, get stabbed with a pencil by a girl and the pencil lead is still in my arm to this day.

When I was in 7th grade, I went on a mission's trip to southern Missouri to a place called Missionary Acres. It is a retirement home for missionaries. It's an awesome place. While there, we worked on the grounds, which was very large, and ran the Vacation Bible School for the church there that week. The second day we were there we were going to go swimming at a local lake after the VBS that morning. The moment we got there a girl kicked water onto me so I went chasing after her and jumped in the water. She dove under water so I dove under after her. I came up and there was a solid hard plastic floating divider. BAM! I had shoved my two front teeth through my bottom lip. I put my hand to my mouth, because I didn?t notice it but she was screaming, and blood ran down my arm. So they felt the need to rush me to the closest clinic/hospital which was like 20 miles away. So the youth pastor and I are running back to the bus. I had my shirt up to my mouth for the bleeding. We get back on the bus and I realize that I dropped some of my stuff along the way. It was good distance back to the bus. I looked back and saw my things in the road. Then I saw some lady pull up to my stuff, get out of her car, walk over to my things, and bend down near them. (I realized later that she took my wallet once I replayed the events and remembered seeing her there) So she took my wallet but left my shorts and underwear. I'll skip part of the story here to save time. So now I have no money to sustain myself for the week and some of that money was to buy my mom a birthday gift because the trip was during her birthday. They took up a love offering for me, unbeknownst to me, and gave it to me on Wednesday. I got more than I lost and I was deeply moved. It was then I knew I had true friends around me. On this trip I realized I was not called to be a missionary, but still looked for God's call for my life.

There are so many stories that I could tell that have helped shape my life, but we'll focus on the main ones here.

Fast Forward! I had neglected my friends and I had neglected what God wanted me to do for the love of my life (or so I thought). I had continued with many of my church activities but I was trying harder to get her to help me with them. I wanted to make her have a calling for the same things I did, and that was a mistake. I was a strong leader in our group, but at this point I had let some of that fall to the side. She was what I thought was important to me, and my life was engulfed by her. Towards the end of my senior year she ripped my heart out and that hurt me greatly, but it was one of the best things that could ever have happened to me. I went on with my life and over time I got my focus back on what God wanted me to do.

Now, 5 years later I am doing what I believe God had intended for my life. I have graduated college, I have a decent job that allows me to have the opportunities to continue in my ministries, and I am working in more and more children's ministries as time goes on. In that, God blessed me with the person that would be my helper in all of this. The one person I had been truly looking and praying for all this time.

This is what God has done with and for me so far, and I really look forward to what He has planned for my life in the future!