It was a beautiful day as I drove back to Mississippi after a visit home. White clouds rolled over a bright blue sky, and the sun bathed my face in warmth as I drove over bridge after bridge through Pensacola and Mobile. I was praying, asking the Lord what He would have me do now. My whole life I’d worked towards Africa, and now that was done. A verse started playing on my heart and mind. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11) I knew it was time to move on from the comfort of Mississippi. This was the first time I’d ever worked a desk job, and I was starting to feel claustrophobic. I remember talking to my sister about it, and she asked me, “Well, what do you want to do?” All I could picture was my little office, sitting at a desk looking longingly out the window. “I want to work at like a ranch or something!” The great outdoors, fresh air in my hair and face, yeah… that would be great. Well that was all I had to say. The next thing I knew, she had me on the phone with one of her friends who had worked for years at a ranch in Colorado. Aren’t sisters awesome? J Her friend told me about her ranch, and it sounded like a little piece of heaven. Tucked back in the Rocky Mountains, there’s a green valley filled with horses, cattle, and a group of people who love the Lord and want to share Him with others. I was sold. I flew out, met with the staff, was offered a job, and accepted. There was never a question in my mind if this was where the Lord was leading me. It was as clear as Africa and Scotland. I was moving to Colorado! (insert Bonanza theme song;)
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