I'm the kid that grew up and lived his dream. Growing up, I had two posters on my wall, an Army Ranger and a West Point poster. When God called me away from the Army, I wasn't happy about it, I loved the Army and my 'family' that I was fortunate to serve with. Walking away meant leaving behind something I enjoyed and my comfort zone. But when God moves His hand, obedience requires trusting Him enough to surrender it all. My identity was never meant to be found in a uniform, a unit, or a career. It’s found in Jesus Christ.
“Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God—”
John 1:12 NIV