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What I Wanted to Be When I Grew Up


I believe I was born a dreamer.  What I wanted to be when I grew up?  I wanted to do it all!

Horse Trainer, Rancher, Missionary, Pastor, Counselor, Social Worker, Cop, Teacher, Veterinarian, Attorney and Race Car Driver to name a few.

My world revolved around horses and building by instinct for behavior led me have giant plans for my barns and pastures for troubled horses that no one else wanted.  I drew for hours my sketches and lay out for training facilities down to the tack room and office.

Seeing the children on a Mission for Mercy commercial changed my life and as an 8th grader I made the call and adopted a little girl whom I wrote back and forth with.  I decided then I was going over sees to help children on the trash piles or bring them all home.

This catalyst changed my dreams and drawings to include a giant house that would be a refuge for troubled children where they could have the freedom to learn and grow that I did.  They would work with the horses, put up hay and garden.  Basically, grow up a farm kid. 

I dreamed of becoming a teacher, counselor and a pastor intuitively knowing that they all went together to rebuild a mind and a heart.

As I look back at my life's journey to this point, I'm amazed at how many of my dreams have come true.  No, I don't have barns and top notch facilities or a ranch...yet.  But I did have the opportunity to work side by side with my boys as we trained their little mares.  God has used my intuition and experience to reach out to hurting children and adults.

A stint at a Rodeo Christian Camp pushed me to follow my calling and to Bible College.  My work and experiences drove me to seek education, classes and jobs that involved all of the cries of my Heart.  It is amazing to me that God puts those personalities, desires, strengths and challenges for us to have unique skill sets to help our families and our communities.

What I want to be when I grow up now?  I still have an extensive list!

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