Yes, it is hard to believe that I would breakdown and actually get a blog page but I did.  I figure with all the morphing that the trinity is doing in my life, I might as well put it to words on a blog for all to witness the beautification of my soul.  It still amazes me that an insignificant event, such as getting to know a stranger or praying for God’s guidance, can spark a small change that will bloom into actions and directions in life which I never thought I would take.

About four months ago, drove our GMC truck to a place in the middle of nowhere Tenneessee, in a town called Sewanee so that I would be with my husband as he attends Seminary at the University of the South.  Who would have thought this one action to this one place would change my life and start to mold me into a better person.  Within two months of being up here, I could not find a job as a teacher (my chosen profession) and could not really find a job at all.  So I started to pray and pray, and pray until finally something wonderful happened.  I listened to God.  I began to feel this strong inclination to the medical field.  The more I thought about it the more I would felt I was stepping in the right direction.  For the next two months I thought about it and wondered if this is really what God wants for me and as of right now the answer is yes.

Last week, I met a great young lady named Alision.  She is an undergrad here at Sewanee.   As we were watching children together she was telling me about the Invisible Children of Northern Uganda.  She lent me a video about three guys who decided to make a documentary on the situation in Suadan but when they got there their story was no where to be found.  So they decided to go to Northern Uganda where the Sudanese people had to relocate to.  They were slapped in the face with the realization of night commuters, children that commuted during the night to medical facilities and community centers for safety from the Lords Resistant Army (LRA).  During the night, the LRA abducts children ages 8-14 (easily brainwashed ages) to train, desensitize, and recruit.  When I saw the video I knew I had to do something.  I learned about an event that happened this past weekend called Displace Me.  This was an event to gain public awareness and to address the political leaders of America in effort to take action toward peace in Northern Uganda.  We were in a field, made homes out of cardboard, listened to guess speakers, and wrote to our political leaders.  We were told when and who could get crackers and water for our dinner.  From a film, a small child addressed us and told us to dream of them while we slept.  At that moment I felt my heart melt.  It is easily to go about living in our privileged lives and forget about our brothers and sisters that are suffering elsewhere or to want so many material objects, money, or classier living conditions and forget that others will never get that opportunity.  Instead they are forgotten, abducted, abused almost until dead, and even rapped sometimes all at once.  We should be so fortunate. 

Great and wonderful changes are happening and I am ready to be placed in uncomfortable situations so they can continue to happen. 

For more information on invisible children go to www.invisiblechildren.com and become part of the solution.