During my Mission Year, I lived in a house, which was less than a mile from my grandma’s old house. I sat with my housemates and downed Varsity’s Frosted Oranges, which I had first slurped as a kid. I walked up and down hilly streets, which I had once walked with my youth group. Atlanta Read More
Where Do I Go From Here?
This is now third trimester of Mission Year and I am determined to make the most of it. How am I to make sure that I do that? Well I believe that it starts with not living like Mission Year is over and taking it one day at a time. Why did I decide to Read More