What You May Not Know About This Guy

 

As many know, my oldest son graduated from college yesterday. All of my children are amazing, young adults, but today I'll focus on Trenton's accomplishments. You may not know that he not only graduated with a degree in History and Education, but also passed Firefighter 1 and 2 for Missouri and completed training for EMT. While simultaneously going to school full-time, he also worked as a volunteer firefighter for Western Taney fire department. He would spend the evenings studying, then wake up at two in the morning to rush to the aid of his community.  There were some nights that he rushed to an emergency three times in the early morning and some nights he didn't sleep at all, only to go to class covered in soot and exhausted. At the college, he also worked 15 hours a week.  When he was in junior high school, he encountered some struggles with an activity to which he participated. We told him that life will be hard at times, but the key was sticking it out when times are hard and finishing what you start. He has encountered joys and heartbreaks, but he finished! You may be facing a joy or a heartbreak currently. Don't give up! Even though life may be hard at times, the joy of seeing the light on the other side of the storm will make it worthwhile. Paul mentioned in the Bible to finish the race set before you. He didn't mention you had to be first, or the fastest, he just said to finish. So stand tall knowing that you aren't running your race alone. You've got big hands (God's) holding you up. 

Congratulations Trenton on finishing one leg of your race. I know God's got an amazing future for you!

Have a great week high-heeled warriors!

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