Mission work has been my hearts desire for years, since my teens, that's also when I decided that I needed a ‘real job.' And decided I knew what was best for me and ignored the life God called me to.

I grew up in a home in love with Jesus. But even though I knew the stories and sang the songs, went through the movements, I didn't know Him. It was my very early twenties had that I had the personal relationship with Him.

I actually was looking around for vacation ideas...I wanted to go away, the more I looked the more the Lord just pressed upon me to look into mission trips. So I googled mission trips for twenties (thank God for the people at Google) and there was AIM right at the top. So after looking at all the options and when they left, where they went, for how long...what fit my schedule what didn't...

I wasn't looking for something so long. I had to pray hard about it...we were actually having a prophet speak at our home fellowship and I told God this is it, tell me today. Well He didn't come right out and tell me like I wanted. I have to laugh because I wanted the spoken in deep voice with angelic voices singing in the background the heavens open up and I get the ‘Yes, Jessica' moment. What I got was a message on Joseph and what coat are you wearing??? What? Not as clear as I wanted, the Lord asking me what coat am I wearing, am I wearing my first, second or third coat...I was shedding my second coat and was itching to put on my third. 

So a few more days of praying, and nervous anticipation, I spoke to my parents about it, encouraged them to pray about it. I told them you have 7 days; I want to finish my application on Sunday. So 7 days later, I finish my application and start the process. 

And here I am abiding in the call. 

Hey everybody, I'm Jessica!!

            I'm (just turned) 25, I like to say I'm a quarter century old. I was born in Texas, moved away for awhile to a bunch of different states, before returning to Houston when I was 19. I can't imagine living anywhere else.

            I grew up in a home in love with Jesus though I didn't have the relationship with Him until my twenties (teenage rebellion and all). I grew up listening to Donut Man and Hosanna tapes; watching Hanna-Barbera Bible stories. 

            I've 1 older sister and 3 younger brothers, I consider my family my best friends. My youngest brother is special needs and that has given me more patients then I probably would've been born with.

            I have obsessions of the moments where I'll listen to the same cd over and over and over...right now it's the new Newsboys cd In the Hands of God. My iPod is loaded to the max, as well as my phone with everything from Jesus music, country, rock, pop, bluegrass...what can I say but I love music...I have to admit that Andrew Wommack does occupy a great deal of space on my iPod.

            I find little use for punctuation and correct spelling. I'll try my hardest to use actual periods in blogs, but be forewarned that I'm like the queen of comma splices. Sorry.

            I'm klutzy, not horribly so but enough to hurt myself on a weekly basis. I should stay away from knives and carpeted floors.

Technology and I are not friends at all; it hates me. I don't really know how to work a blog; so if i mess this up my apoligies.

I've never been camping or out of the country before so I'm in for a major crash course.   This will be my first missions trip ever but not my last. 

I'm not much of a journaler (I don't think that's a word) or a blogger; I'm more of a narrator of life...so we'll see how this works out for me...I'm a talker...rambler really.