I find my heart is in Haiti among those surrounded by rubble and decay, still digging out of a world collapsed.
I find my heart is in Thailand among the girls surrounded nightly by neon lights and the darkness of depravity.
I find my heart is in South Africa among a children’s village built to show the love of a family to those orphaned and in need.
I
find my heart is in Germany among a people who tore down a dividing
wall over 20 years ago but are still chained to the pain they do not
know how to break.
I find my heart is in Ukraine among students searching for hope and a better future than that of the generations before them.
I find my heart is still in America where people sacrifice everything to live for a dream that is nothing but an illusion.
It
is difficult having your heart broken, shattered and blown to the
corners of the earth. There are always goodbyes to be said and hugs to
be given with no promise of others to follow. There are people who
become instant family and are all too soon torn from your grasp. It’s a
fight for contentment, to enjoy where you are at any given moment.
Yet
it is beautiful to have your heart broken, shattered and blown to the
corners of the earth because no matter where you go there is family,
love, and bonds that reach beyond the limits of culture and language.
It’s a call to live every moment to its fullest and dare to have the
courage to dive deeply and risk transparency.
