Chelsea Miller of the September 2012 J Squad, found herself near the end of her World Race completely numb to the reasons she came on this journey in the first place. Why did she leave her home and go to the world?
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I lost heart, and I lost my reason. Moving every month, meeting new people, hearing different languages, getting a new stamp on my passport, getting out of the bus to line up for a three hour border crossing became normal. It became mundane.
"You're In a new country every month, how can that be normal?" You will say.
I will blink at you with my tired eyes, and my restful soul and walk away.
I forgot.
I forgot the babies that are sold for sex and bought by Americans. I forgot the women in the bars that plead with me to take them away. I forgot the men with lustful eyes and broken hearts. I forgot the ladyboys that do not know where they belong but desperately need to be understood. I forgot the street kids who are forced to grow up before they are meant to.
I forgot that I can live off of way less than I need. I forgot you can actually flush toilet paper. I forgot all water is not safe to drink.
I forgot there are a billion orphans in the world and and no one seems to care enough to do anything.
I forgot, and I'm so sorry.
Now I remember why I came on this Race, why my heart caught on fire for Jesus and his mission. I remember, and I don't know how I forgot.
When you start to just "get by?" When you get too tired to care? When you start fantasizing about Target, Chick-fil-A, and your own bed?
I came to fight, and not just fight, battle.
This battle is not done, we have won, but I want to take back all the ground that is ours. I want to know a world where lust does not exist. Where people don't desire to have sex with children. Where women are no longer objects. Where orphans have families. Where homeless people have homes. Where Christians stop hating in the name of Jesus.
Stop right now and think about your baby. 
Think about someone going on the Internet and seeing a picture of them with a bunch of other children. They see your precious baby, the one you prayed for, you grew, you love. Imagine that person purchasing your child for sexual favors.
Imagine your teenager.
She somehow gets put into the sex trade. She is looked at and touched to see if she is worth $20. Imagine them having to do whatever that person wants them to do.
Imagine your son.
He grew up, he's 30 or 40. He takes a trip to Toledo, Ohio, Thailand, or India with his buddies. The purpose of that trip? Pleasure. He buys someone's beautiful daughter and does whatever he wants.
I forgot, and I'm sure so have you.
But stories like these are real. And they are why we can't forget. Why we have to keep fighting and keep sharing God's love with everyone we meet. They're why I came on the Race and why I'm going to finish strong.
If you want to fight against forgetting, consider joining one of the four January 2014 World Race squads. Click HERE to check out the routes.
