Is it bad I don’t want to read about someone’s life before bed because I don’t want my dreams to come     close to their reality? 


That I would protect myself of the nightmares that are their day-to-day?  

That as I lay my head down on my pillow, I pray God would spare me of the moments of torture these figments of my imagination might bring me, when at the same moment in a far off place there are thousands of people who are encountering these things with their eyes open?  

 
Jesus, help me.  I am a woman of little understanding and little empathy.  I do not understand how this world and that one can co-exist.  I do not understand how some can have so much and some so little.  And I do not understand why I have been given so much.  

I dare you to immerse yourself in a book that might give you the same reaction.  I am reading Scared by my friend Tom Davis, President and CEO of Children’s HopeChest.  In Scared, Tom takes an honest look at the life of a little girl from Swaziland and weaves it with that of a photojournalist.  It’s a work of fiction, but I’ve been to Swaziland and I know the realities it describes are more factual than I wish they were.  I won’t tell you any more, but reading this will wreck you.

If you are praying for me, I ask that you get your hands on a copy of this book.  It’ll move you, and show you how to pray for Swaziland.  It’ll also give you a good glimpse of what my life is likely to be like from January 25-April 25, 2010.  

Thank you for your support, I can never thank you enough.

I still need $1400 more for the plane ticket to take me into their reality