It was just about two years ago that a friend convinced me to travel with our church to a project we have in Uganda. It wasn’t that I’d ever been opposed to serving internationally; I just hadn’t really thought much about it. I was comfortable; comfortable in my job, my friendships, my church. And then Uganda happened. I have not been the same since, and I give the Lord all the glory and thanks for this life-changing event that has started me on a whirlwind of emotions, shattering the life I used to know. I’m not ok with comfortable anymore. I am “ruined for ordinary.”
I became aware of human trafficking a little over two years ago. The realities of it are appalling and gut-wrenching. To think that in America alone, 300,000 children are, at this very moment, sex slaves, leaves my heart utterly broken. I’ve been praying and asking for guidance so that somehow and some way I could get involved in seeing trafficking end, and even more so, to bring the Hope of Christ to those affected by trafficking. The Lord has opened the door for me to go on this journey. He knows what’s in store. He knows the healing His children need. He knows every second of every day and the plan He has for every single person. So I go…with reckless abandon…
