a note about the bold
Someone recently told me, "If you struggle with boldness, there is no hope for any of us." to which someone else said, "You are probably the boldest person I've ever met." This is not a blog about me, though. This is a post about becoming the boldest person you've ever met, and how I am just a normal girl from Wisconsin. I joke the greatest disservice my parents did to me growing up was to forgetting to tell me there are limits to what I can do. Now, don't get me wrong - my parents were not supporters of the "you can be anything you want to be in life" mantra. I suck at lots of things, and it was pretty evident to them and to me that if I had tried to pursue after any of them, it was not going to go well for me. However, as far as things I had aptitude for and interest in, there was no limit. Enter YWAM. End game. Friends, I am not even kidding here, but if you think for two seconds YWAM leaves you when you leave YWAM, it's not tr...