I love that God has called me to be a missionary. At 26, I have more stories of “this one time (enter crazy thing that should never happen – i.e. monkey stealing my shoe)” than most will have in their entire life. God has allowed me to live in constant adventure (whether overseas or “home”) and I love it! I am so blessed by the experiences I get to have, the memories I get to cherish, and the vast amount of friends I get to call mine. If there were ever a downside to mission work, it is the constant farewells. I feel as though I am always saying good bye to someone – whether I am leaving or they get to go on the adventure, someone is always going. I love knowing people all over the world, and I mean ALL OVER! As I type these words, I can name it least one person on each continent (minus Antarctica because that is just nuts). Many are doing ministry, and I get to cheer them on from afar, just as they cheer me on. Some are working in another aspect – teaching English, human