The journey begins….well let me back up a little. I remember it vividly. We went for a drive, and we ended up in Dewey and that is where “it” happened for me. As I close my eyes now, I can see the small church, the new building in progress, the dirt, then the RV sitting slightly behind the church. Something in my heart longed to be there, to help this small church build. The RV was a group of people, MAPS they call them, that travel around and help build churches through the Assemblies of God. Now I am not a builder, by no means, but I am married to one. He could build, I could help and we could travel and help these small churches. We both got the vision, a seed was planted, that would be germinating for some time, until the soil was ready. That was about 17 years ago….
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