I’ve been thinking a lot about human trafficking lately. I actually tend to think about a lot of things a lot of the time, but this one has overtaken every other thought in the last two to three weeks.
I think I have to do something.
The burden that I have on my heart for those enslaved to something beyond their will is beyond me. I’m not sure that I put the burden there and I’m not sure that I necessarily asked for the burden to be placed on my insides. I just know that at one particular point in the last year, I was ready and willing to be used by God for whatever purpose He saw fit.
And He chose this.
So I’m entering into a process of discovery and trying to figure out what my role is in fighting this devil. I guess I’m tired of sitting around and talking about it. I’m tired of hearing others talk about doing something about it. One of the things on my ‘to do before I die list’ is to make a dent inside of human trafficking. I’m ready to become an initiator… and there’s no better time than to start now, right?
Satan can officially put me on his hit-list (although rumor has it I’m already there) and human traffickers can beware. I’m about to begin raising a ruckus… and I’m bringing an army with me.
What’s something that God’s beaconing you to do?
*I gleaned my inspiration from Anne Jackson this morning
