Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Clinging to their teddy bears hoping for a better tomorrow

How could anyone look at a child and instead of seeing potential and the future see an oportunity for sex and personal gain? All around the world kids as young as 6 (some even younger) are being sold, stolen or forced into slavery. This slavery isn't to farm land, cook and clean this slavery is sexual slavery. How could anyone think its ok to force a child to do things they should never even know about. I look into the eyes of innocent and adorable children on a pretty much daily basis and I could not imagine someone hurting anyone of them, but it happens and it happens more often then people would think. Kids are forced into slavery and put on a brothel menu... their names are taken away and they are given numbers attactched with services they will provide and the prices. Every minute 2 children are dragged into this dark world of human trafficing. At the end of a day that equals 2,880 kids, in a week its 20,160, in a month (appox) 86,400, and a year 1,051,200... over one million children in a year dragged into the world of human trafficing. What a horible thought. I wasn't sold into that dark scary world but I know the pain attatched to it all too well. Children should be allowed to be children for as long as possible, to remain sweet and innocent, for the world to be a place where they can learn freely and be loved. Instead for too many children it may become a place where they tremble in fear as they cling to their teddy bears and hope for a better tomorrow all the while feeling like it may never come.

sick day(s)


A funny thing happens when you are sick... you are given a lot of extra time to think. I had to have my gallbladder removed so I have been given a ton of extra time to think.


Today as I was reading through some emails and doing some thinking I realized... although it has cost a lot more then I had ever imagined it would... I could not imagine being ANYWHERE else in the world. I no longer just work a job and attend a church... I have this awesome opportunity to be a part of a church. Part of a plan to make an impact on a community. Part of a group of people who want to show love to lost and hurting people. I gave up my life as I knew it... independant, full of amazing friends to hang out with all the time, and so many other things. My life was going pretty well and I was content but the surrender brought about an amazing change a change I could have never imagined.... PASSION. I had lived 25 years of life with very little passion and now I have slowly tapped back into the passion I kept bottled up because of fear. If I showed the passion I had would risk people laughing or saying I couldn't do it. Few things in life have fired me up and caused me to want to give my all. Even sick all I want to do is whatever I can for this thing that I have become so excited to be a part of. I flashed back to a moment on a missions trip where I told a pastor that all I ever wanted to do was make a difference on God's behalf in this crazy messed up world. That was ten years ago and I repeated my pretty much exact quote today to the pastor of the GREATEST CHURCH I have ever attended. "If all I ever do at the Point for the rest of my life is scrub toilets then that's what I will do, I'm in for the long run." (granted some of the wording may have been a little different- except for the toilet thing) Although I miss some of the things that once filled my life I am so glad to be a part of the amazingness that is the Point!