This is a blog which was posted by a squad-mate Amy Duncan.  I really liked it, and thought to share it with all of yall who may be reading my blogs from back home.  Again, This is NOT My Blog and My Words.  I feel that they are Very Powerful Words, and People NEED to read & Hear this all over the World.  Her blog is http://amyduncan.theworldrace.org/

Overwhelmed. This is simply how I am feeling. Lost. Confused.
Compassion. Frustration. Anger. I just do not know where to even begin.
My mind is full. Mental constipation. Thoughts bouncing from
wall to wall, I simply do not know how to sort them out. People: my
heart breaks. I am in yet another country ravaged by genocide that took
place not that long ago: the 90s. It did not have to happen, but it
did. It all could have been avoided, but it was not. You see, men from Belgium came in dividing the people up into two distinct tribes: Tutsi
and Hutu. Why in the heck do they have the right to do this? What gives
them the power? Was it because they were white?

Ugh, I am sick and tired of this! People were massacred because of
what some Belgium people said. Who gave them the authority? I am tired
of white people thinking they have some almighty power. I am sick of
white’s thinking they can rule with an iron fist. GET OVER YOURSELF!! I am tired of genocide, racism, and ethnic cleansing. I am sick of walking streets where innocent blood was shed.

I am tired of oppression. I am sick of injustice. I am tired of
millions of innocent people being hacked to pieces for being who God
created them to be. I am sick of children watching their parents being
desecrated, siblings being smashed against objects. I am tired of men
looking at women as objects, as slabs of meat. I am sick of all the
repetitive rapes.
 
I am tired of children being sold into prostitution, of three year
olds being violated. I am sick of children being brainwashed into being
child soldiers. I am tired of innocence being stolen. I am sick of
people thinking they are superior to others. What gives them the right? I
am tired of all the emotional scares. I am sick of all the wounds and
pain that could have been avoided. Where is the love? Most of all, I am
just sick and tired of being sick and tired.
 
Heartache. Exhaustion. I am simply frustrated. Frustrated at the
ones committing these acts. Frustrated because they are hurting. They
are lacking something very vital: LOVE. They are missing the love of a Father. Call me crazy, but I agree with Paul when he says that LOVE CONQUERS ALL.
These people simply need love. They need to know they are loved. Papa
loves these people just as much as He loves you and me. My heartache for
these people is only a blimp of how his heart feels. Love simply needs
to be put into action.