Storms. They take on many forms, be it literal displays of natural ferocity or metaphorical happenings cloaked in hardship. During my summer, I was in the eye of hurricane "Uganda" and it tore me up, hurling my comfort zone to God knows where (If you find it, let me know). Envision two months of mission work, 4 weeks in orphanages, 15(ish) sermons, a tad bit o' law breaking and a motorcycle crash (not my fault...yeah, it was) with an added saturation of learning and you have just a glimpse of the supernatural storm that was Uganda. The thing about storms is, they're exciting to watch but terrifyingly breathtaking to be in. Advice from a wannabe storm chaser: Don't fear being bombarded by winds lest you be rooted in false contentment; in the eye, there is a wholly awesome peace.
My name is Garett Ernest Pierson, and this is my story. What’s yours?