Looking back, I'd like to think that when I was 16 I feared nothing. I took life by the horns and held on for all it was worth. I abused what I could and took advantage of what I had because when you're young you don't think it will ever catch up to you.

I'd like to think that when I was 17, I started to seriously think about my future and where life was taking me. It was then that I had a strong curiousity in church work and where that could lead. I gave up quickly, deciding that only those who had grown up in the church should work in one.

Looking back on 18, I was confident that I would be successful in whatever I chose to do. I regained an ego and took pride in my accomplishments, claiming them as the result of all my hard work and effort. Little to no credit to God until it was only God I had left to give credit to.

Turning 19 felt as if it didn't even happen. I was scared, alone, and confused. Doing what I thought God was calling me to do, being where I thought God wanted me to be. A small bump in the road and I was doubtful, and made God's mind up for him...returning to St Cloud and regaining pride in myself and not humbleness through grace.

At 20, I stand firm in the belief that everything happens for a reason. We are here to impact the lives of others and to leave a mark on the world for Christ. I may be weary, but He will give me strength and lead me in the right direction. I will be successful, but it will not be for myself.. it will be for God.