I'm taking this leadership class and I've been working on the midterm
for it. For some reason, the fact that it's my midterm kind of freaks
me out. I literally have 100% in the class right now, but the mere fact
that it is a midterm just rattles me a bit. Anyways, I've been working
on it and it's been okay. But while I sit there writing it out, I can't
help thinking about all of the people in the world that are hurting.
If
you've read my recent posts about the justice conference you'll
understand my feelings on this particular subject. Sometimes, I wonder
why I'm doing this...going to school, working at church, and all of the
other things I fill my time with. I know that this is where God has me
and all that. But it doesn't feel like enough. There are kids in other
countries being sold, there are young girls in AMERICA being sold for
sex. There are people who have been tricked into slavery and cannot see
the light at the end of the tunnel. There are women crying themselves to
sleep after they've been beaten. There are young and old who don't get
to eat today. If I continue, I might get overwhelmed. But they need a
voice.
I haven't had any super traumatic experience, I
haven't lived in poverty. Honestly, I don't know what that's like. But I
do know that they deserve to have a voice. I don't just want to start
small, I need to do something about it. Not for myself, but for Him. God
has put this passion on my heart for a very specific reason.
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