This is going to be a long chapter so be wary. You do not have to read the entire thing but if you'd like to get to know me this is where you'll find all that information. But, if you wait till the end, I will include a picture of myself...

Age
18

𝗣𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲
𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: 𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻
𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲: 𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗦𝗲𝘁, 𝗔𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱
𝗙𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗲: 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 (𝗜 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲)
𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 5'0 (𝗜'𝗺 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁)
𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗙𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗣𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱
𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲: 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗢𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗟𝗶𝗽𝘀: 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝
𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: 𝗛𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 (𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗔𝘂𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻)
𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲: 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗪𝗮𝘃𝘆 (𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝘂𝘁 𝗜𝘁 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁.)

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 (𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝)
𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 (𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭)
𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 (𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬)
𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐔𝐩)
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝 (𝐀𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭)
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧)
𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞)
𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠)
𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐞)
𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐭)
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠)
𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐎𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐨)
𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲)
𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 (𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭)
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐒𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞)
𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭)
𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 (𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞)

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛: 𝚁𝚎𝚍
𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕: 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎
𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢: 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗: 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗
𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝: 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕
𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐: 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜
𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜: 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕
𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚊
𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔: 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎: 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎

Lɪᴋᴇs
Oʀᴄᴀs
(ғʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟʏ)
Hᴏʀsᴇs
(ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ)
Dᴏʟᴘʜɪɴs
(Tʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ)
Sᴡᴀɴs
(sᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs)
Fʟᴀɴɴᴇʟs
(sᴏᴏᴏᴏ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ)
Bᴏᴏᴋs
(ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪғᴇ)
Tᴡɪᴢᴢʟᴇʀs
(sᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ)
Cʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ
(ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪɴᴅᴏʀ sᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍʏ)
Hɪʟʟs
(ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ)
Sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ
(ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɪᴅ, ᴏʀ sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴘᴏsᴇɪᴅᴏɴ)

Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
Sᴛᴏʀᴍs
(ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜʀʀɪᴄᴀɴᴇ)
Mᴜsʜʀᴏᴏᴍs
(ʙʟᴇᴄʜ)
Sᴀɴᴅ
(ʏᴇs. ɪ ᴀᴍ Aɴᴀᴋɪɴ)
Iᴄᴇ
(ʜᴜʀᴛs ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ)
Wɪɴᴅ
(ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ)
Hᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟs
(ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʟɪɴᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴs ᴍʏ ɴᴏsᴇ)
Tʀᴀғғɪᴄ
(ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ)
Sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ
(ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ɪ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ)
Hᴇᴀᴛ
(ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴛ ᴜɴʟᴇss ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍ)
Hᴏʀʀᴏʀs
(ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ғᴀɴ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ)
Cʀᴏᴡᴅs
(ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ)
Lᴏsɪɴɢ
(ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ)

𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞:
   So I live in an area that was severely affected by Hurricane Michael, a Category 5 hurricane that took place in 2018. We (being me and my family) had only been informed of the hurricane the weekend before it hit. The news reports claimed that it was only a 3 at the time. Nothing too severe. We had been through Categories 1 and 2, so we would be fine if we bunkered down. Tuesday comes, we are all sleeping in the room with the least window in the house. Me and my three younger siblings and our parents. At midnight phones begin to buzz with the alert; Get out now, it's a Cat 4. By then it was too late. The roads were crowded with people trying to evacuate, and if we tried then we would surely get stuck in traffic DURING the hurricane.
   So we didn't evacuate. Instead, we went to our church upon the requests of our extended family. The church was built to withstand a category 4 and was on higher ground, so we assumed we'd be safer there. We had also assumed there would be others taking shelter there. When we got there, we were alone. The hurricane made landfall on October 10th at 2pm. The winds had begun to pick up by eight that morning and the rain started pouring around nine. But we were good at the time. We had prepared and didn't understand why our parents were so nervous. They kept telling us to stay away from the windows and stacked chairs up against them. My younger siblings and even I included did not understand the severity of it until the rain and wind became harsh and picked up at 11am. We lost power, and the noise became louder and louder.
   It only took about a half an hour for the structure of the room we were in to begin to crack. We had to get out of that room. So, we gathered out things, blankets and pillows and such, and ran to the back of the church and bunkered in a room without any windows. It felt like we were in a movie. One of those movies you see that takes place during the war where they are all hiding from the bombs. The noise grew louder and louder. Whistling, crashing, glass shattering. My siblings began to cry, horrified by the sounds.
   So, we began to pray. We sang hymns. We read our bibles in what dim light we could get from a candle. We huddled in the back of the room, crying and praying to God that it be over soon. That we would remain safe. Well after a few hours it settled. The wind stopped, and there was only the soft pattern of rain. The room we were in was still in tact. But we had no idea what was yet to come. We exited the room we were in to find that the roof had already begun to cave in, the front of the sanctuary's roof was gone. We could see outside. But it was calm. Though we were some of the ones lucky enough to know it would return. We were only in the eye of the storm.
   During the calm spell, my mother and father quickly took our dogs out to use the restroom, while we bunkered down in the kitchen this time. It was a sturdy room with cabinets lining every wall and solid oak tables we could hide under. Well, the hurricane returned, and with it, it brought the might of a thousand storms. The second half was almost two times worse than the first. It was louder, harder, and even stronger than the first. Shattering, shattering, shattering. Then the winds entering the building trough the broken glass doors.
   I cried. I prayed. I sung. Anything to keep myself sane and keep me from thinking about it. But it was inescapable. My siblings began to ask our parents if we were going to die. They began exchanging "I love you's" and apologies. I watched as my siblings cried, helpless to comfort them. I myself was afraid. I had faith. I knew that the Lord has not forsaken us. But I had accepted that perhaps this was the Lord's time for me. And if that was His will then so be it. The Lord wouldn't take us if it weren't our time. At least my time.
But then, hours later, the storm passed. We came out from our hiding after we were certain it was over, and my father was the first to leave the room we were in. I heard his and my mother's gasps. Unable to wait any longer, I stepped out and my hand flew to my mouth to contain my gasps and my tears. The entire front of the church has been torn apart. The wall of the sanctuary has been ripped from the building and had called flat across the grass and parking lot. The wind and rain still sputtered gently, filling the cathedral.
Everything was destroyed and a pink hue filled the sky. Nature's tornado warning. Though nothing much else could harm us at that point. We slept there, in that broken church, shaken and afraid. There was nothing keeping looters or, my personal fear, bears, seeing as we live in the country and they are often spotted, from entering the building. Our dogs were so shaken they'd bark at the slightest of sounds. The heat was overbearing and the sounds that filled the night from broken doors falling off their hinges or shattered glass cracking under more pressure rattled us.
   The next morning my dad set out to see if there was anything left of our house. We only lived a few miles away, so my mother, me, and my siblings stayed at the church. When my father returned he told us that as soon as he entered our lane, he hit his knees and thanked the Lord. Our house was in tact! Nothing had happened to it except for a few fallen shingles. Out of all the houses that had been destroyed God had spared ours. And we thanked the Lord for our lives, and our home. He protected us through the eye of the storm and I will never forget that.

Our church and where we were during the hurricane

𝐘𝐀𝐂 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩:
   So two years ago, our church set up a trip to a bible camp called YAC. Youth Adventure Camp. Now, I was very curious as to why we had chosen this particular camp, because it was over a twenty two hour drive to get there! But I was excited nonetheless as I had never been to a bible camp before. It sounded like a ton of fun and I was very happy to meet so many people with similar beliefs as me. When they day before came, I hardly slept a wink. In fact, I had been to a wedding, finished my final exams, and packed my bags all in one night. THE night before we left, and we left at six in the morning.
   But when we left the next day, I wasn't even tired from the eventful previous day. The care trip was Soooo much fun and I got to spend a lot more time with the kids in our youth group, even became closer to a few of them! We stopped at a hotel the first night, to which me and my girl friends had a TON of fun. The next morning we had breakfast and took a picture of the group at the hotel before heading it again. Our pastor is just the most amazing guy and he is so much fun to be on a road trip with. (He is a big kid and we all love him so very much)
   When we reached the camp, it was AMAZING!! Just upon seeing it I knew I was going to have fun. I headed immediately for the swings, until another group of youth came and headed for the Gaga Ball Pit. Me and my friends were intrigued, having never seen the game before. We soon began playing and became friends with the other group. They were mostly boys and we were mostly girls so they called us the Florida Girls and we called them the Illinois Boys. I will admit, yes, I developed a crush on one of them, and he even became my best friend. But that was a long time ago. So back to the story.
We were the only groups there on Sunday because we had traveled so far we arrived a day early. So we didn't know what groups we were in till the next day. But that night... Oh My Gosh... THAT NIGHT!!! It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The worship and the prayer was so beautiful it left me in tears! I loved every moment of it and that was the first time that I remember ever actually feeling Hod upon worship. I mean truly feeling Him move among the people.
The pastor and the worship leader and the camp counselors? They LOVED God. So much. And many of them were family. The camp director and main pastor/worship leader are married and their two daughters and eldest son are counselors as well as their daughters husbands. And their youngest son played the drums. I ended up getting on of their daughters as my counselor and her husband was the guys counselor for our group. I soon began calling them mom and dad. It started as a joke but I was welcomed into the family and now call them all family. I love them all so very dearly.
   As the week went by, I got closer to God and gained many friends. The sermons were AMAZING and the worship was INSPIRING!! The games were great and I overcame my fear of heights thanks to the amazing people at this camp. I did the obstacle course that was thirty feet in the air. I rock climbed. I rappelled. It was great! We did team building games and got to know one another. But one of my favorite memories is of me and my friend catching fireflies in the basketball field at night, while singing Fireflies by Owl City. She is my greatest friend and I love her so much. That song soon became the theme for nostalgia and friendship and that camp. Even if it wasn't a Christina camp.
   At the end of the week, they asked anyone who had given their life to Christ, to place a rock upon the wall. Behind the building was a long wall of stacked rocks, symbolizing all the people who had gotten saved at that camp. And the number of rocks, it was truly amazing. I placed a rock upon that wall that day. And it is a constant reminder that I have given my life to the Lord, my Savior, Jesus Christ. I am his forever and I love Him with all my heart.

The worship stage for YAC

P.S. There is an ongoing war between several councilors and campers and even the pastors about the name of our campers. They even made a meme for it.

I personally prefer YAColyte.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡:
Ah the Leap Of Faith. It is literally what it is described as. So the Leap Of Faith is a climb up a thirty or so foot pole then a jump and reach for a trapeze bar. Though you are hooked up by a rope, there is no net and you WILL freely fall if you don't grab the bar. It's not a far fall but you jerk when you reach the end of the rope. So pretty scary. I was too afraid to do it my first year, but in my second year I was able to overdone my fear and do it. And I did it TWICE! In the rain too! The theme of the camp that year was Fearless and I overcame two fears. The storm that day and the Leap Of Faith!

This is the pole you climb and yes that's me on top

Here is another picture from a different angle to show the rest of the obstacle course

So I believe that is all on personal information for now. I am sure you are sick of hearing about me anyways so let's move on to recruiting the family! Oh and as promised(sort of) A picture of me when I was young. Not quite a face reveal but still me.