About a month ago, I had the amazing privilege of joining my town's show choir on a trip down south to Georgia and Tennessee. The Spring Break trip involved a lot of firsts for me, like performing for little kids, visiting the Coca-Cola Museum, and jumping into an ocean. Well, more like running away from an ocean, considering that I was not going to get my hair wet. The whole week was a blast, even if the term "Bus Ride 2016" started trending due to the awful traffic we experienced. However, there was one moment that resonated me. It's still so perfectly etched into my memory that I'm nearly 100% positive no detail of it will be forgotten. It was around 7:00AM. A group of us decided to sacrifice our slumber in order to watch the sun rise up over the ocean's horizon. We waited patiently under the pale blue sky and looked out over the gentle rolling waves, wrapped up in hoodies and blankets to shield us from the morning chill. I even waded in the water tha
The great thing about stories is that we all have one to tell, and each one presents something a little special. I hope that sharing mine can encourage, offer reflection, or maybe simply pass the time. I hope you enjoy the tales that God has placed upon my heart to tell.