There's something about justice that catches us all.
It was raining the day I went to church to hear Trisha Baptie's story about prostitution; her story of exiting it. That was fitting.
Maybe it would be sunny by the time we all left.
It's weird now that I've travelled to the other side of the world to hear about sexual exploitation in Thailand and Cambodia, I feel this responsibility to hear more, to know more.
As I reflect on words- oh my- words have such incredible power. So does the lack of them.
And yet I sometimes feel defeated like all the struggling around me needs so much love and all I've got is words and these feeble hands- this small voice.
This blog was born out of a time in my life where I was struggling and life was hard. At the time, I didn't see how flowers could bloom in the garden of my soul. It was dark in there, but I clung to God's truth that he is good and that "suffering produces perseverance, perseverance character, and character, hope." I believed that in time, Flowers will Bloom.
