A few months ago God started working on my heart & convicting me of the places where He wanted to change me. Since then it has been a journey of abandonment to myself and taking up trust in God.
Around November I learned about Joseph Kony’s Child Army, the LRA, through a documentary called Invisible Children. Children in Northern Uganda would travel miles every night from their villages to seek shelter in larger towns, sleeping in bus parks and hospitals because they were afraid. They were afraid of being stolen by the LRA. The fate of these children would be either death, becoming a solder or a sex slave.
I read a story about a girl named Towanda, when she was 4 she was taken by the LRA. The first night was brutal. They took the children they had stolen that night out of the truck and they sat them down, one of the soldiers threw a piece of paper in the air and it landed on the little girl next to Towanda. The solder picked up this girl and looked at the other children, he told them:
“Tonight you will become killers, you are going to kill this girl, once you have done this your villages will never take you back, no one will love you again. Tonight you will kill her and your weapon will be your teeth. And if you refuse you will share her fate.”
I was broken, I was shattered, I was furious, and I still am. I can’t just sit here and do nothing, while I know there were things like this going on. I can no longer live a life of a bad day consisting of not winning a match on CoD and lost keys. I have to go. I have to help. I have to sell everything I have and follow where God is calling me to go.
I started looking for way I could help; God led me to this missions program called the World Race.
