On a winter day 23 years ago, I was born. My entrance into the world would prove to foreshadow things to come: I was screaming and I came out backwards. Go me and my birthday! As I am 23, I realize that I am no longer a kid, and most people are thinking I am an adult. In this past year I have started Grad School, worked hard at my job, and have grown as a person and a Christian. In the next year, I hope to continue in my growth (personally and spiritually, hopefully not physically!), gain more experience in ministry, and figure out what God has in store for my life. Isn’t that what any 23 year old wants from life?

