Let's start from the beginning....

June 17, 1983, Oceanside, California. In a small house on the avg. side of town a
10lb. 'little' baby was born. The parents: Randy and Lynn decided to name him Josiah Randall.
Throughout life they raised Josiah and his older sister, Nichole, in the church. The two parents were well known pastors in the community. Josiah and his sister were born into the life of a "pastor's kid". While Nichole excelled in school, Josiah seemed to have a little trouble... no more than an average boy. But we all soon found out that Josiah had an apt for reading comprehension and for spelling.
When I was a kid, growing up in the church. I was gowing through all the motions, I would get home from school, do homework, go to AWANA (like cub scouts...but bible based). Go to church on Sunday, Wednesday and sometimes a home group at someone's house on like friday. I memorized soooo much scripture it was insane.
As I got a lil bit older I started going to youth groups. I started to interact with teens that were going through life and I couldn't relate to them simply because I had been sheltered from the world. I had Youth Pastor upon Youth Pastor who would try to preach to the kid that was being abused or to the kid that was in a gang or to the kid that was sexually active... yet the pastor had bever even been in any of these types of situations... the youth pastor was a grown version of me.
That's when I believe God first called me into the ministry...