This is Andi. I am almost always the one who writes our blogs. I am beginning to realize that most of our supporters, and prayer partners know Bart, or have known him for most of his life. Not many know me. Not this blog could ever actually give you even a glimpse of the crazy and wonderful things God has led me through. Still, I thought it was worth the moment. I can more easily  get discouraged by people’s word’s than I could a physical impairment…until I re-realize how ridiculous those words are if they aren’t from Christ. Then the ferocity can appear and my drive will compel me to go harder.

I am an emotional person. Anyone who knows me, knows this. I am a thriving optimist in almost any situation, and though I have been told by some (who don’t know me as well as they pretend) that I am insecure, I am a fierce fighter. When I love someone, neither Hell nor high water could keep me from protecting them.  I love people tremendously. All people. This is some of how I came to know God was leading, and at times demanding, that I go overseas. I don’t know a stranger, and skin color only makes you more interesting….especially if it’s not mine. Don’t get me started on accents, or the hundreds of reasons why I SHOULDN’T like someone (Such as creed, color, life preferences and such).  This will only make me want to be your friend even more. I believe in the all consuming love of Jesus, and I have firm faith in the Word of God.

I have always struggled in a formal school setting. Seriously. It’s just not how I learn. If you could make it social, or musical, I could most likely remember it forever.

I am very competitive. I love…love…love to exercise. I love to dance (SHH!). I also love kids. When I was a kid I told my mom that I would never get married, but that I wanted to own a mansion and adopt A TON of kids. Because that’s a measurable amount right? I wanted to be the one to tell kids how valuable they are, and how much they are loved. I was raised in the city, but spent every possible moment outside, in the trees behind our house or at one of my aunts houses in the fields. I was raised in Indiana, and our city was surrounded by corn farmers and some Amish. I would love to write a novel one day. I truly have story lines going through my head all of my week.  Though Jesus wasn’t always the first love of my life, He is now, and that’s what matters. The rest is what falls into the testimony category, and that’s something I like to do face to face.

I graduated from Johnson Bible College with my Associates in Intercultural Studies. I had a lot of Credits and still would love to get my BA or BS.  This was during the beginning of their start of their transition to Johnson University, and their joining with Pioneer Bible Translators. We had already signed on with PBT, and we continue to rejoice in the way God is leading us with this amazing organization.

I really love reading and FINALLY, after my post-college brain purge, began reading more than Non-Fiction, (mostly Christian…and I have been known to vanish in a good murder mystery or modern day romance) such as books on parenting, growing in my walk with Christ, or loving my husband better. I would love to say I have plans of becoming a clean-eater and now that we are in France I eat only organic…but in truth….Oreos and I have a lot of good memories and it is super hard to plan for organics when adjusting to a new culture.

This is the most random blog ever, but tonight as God lets me hear His thunder and watch an extraordinary sunset, I was really encouraged. I was encouraged because God rejoices in who I am, and He has filled me with purpose. I hope that you know how much He rejoices to call YOU His child. He has written your story, and the best way to learn what that comes from asking His forgiveness for your sins and brokenness and letting Him direct your paths. He will fill you with hope and give you a future. He is the light of the darkest parts of my life and guides me through when I am lost.

Hoping your heart is His,



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