For Sihanoukville, Cambodia, prison ministry – April 21, 2012
(Revised for Life University – May 10, 2012)
During my senior year of college, my journalism advisor came to me one spring and told me about a conference she wanted me to attend. The conference was in Los Angeles, California.
At that time, I was a single mother, working three jobs, and attending college full time. Los Angeles seemed about as far away to me as Cambodia. I told her no way.
A few days later, she came to me again to inform me she had found a scholarship that would pay my way to the conference. My eyes lit up until she said, “The application is due tomorrow.”
I needed to fill out the application, plus other paperwork, provide three letters of reference and write an essay about why I deserved the scholarship. Again, I said no way.