Saturday, January 28, 2012

Faith wears pink slippers

I am just 21 and my life is over. How can it be? I have not even lived yet. What now, Lord?

It was the summer of 2000 but it was winter in my heart. How do you get married and divorced in just one year? Hopeless and brokenhearted I curled up in a fetal position and wept. I imagined lying on my Father's lap, my head on his chest and desperately listening for His heartbeat. What else was going to go wrong before something would start going right? Did good things only happen to other people? Why not me? When did it all start going so horribly wrong?

I had a microwave, a bed and a car to my name and was living in a crummy, cheap apartment - above a liquor store and across from an adult porn store - but it was all I could afford. My car had been flooded inside during a rain storm with no apparent explanation and, watching the floating Garfield cassette case and map book, I added to the brimming water with my tears. Shortly after my car was broken into, the radio and speakers stolen. I almost got mugged on my way from the car to the apartment, I was up to my eyeballs in debt, barely sleeping and not on speaking terms with my family. I was having oatmeal for breakfast and oatmeal for dinner, all awhile fantasizing about Cheddar cheese. Cheese was not an option, not without a fridge. Emotionally and spiritually I was hanging on by a threat with thoughts of suicide plaguing my mind day and night. The devil was laughing at me.

My soul was crying out to the Lord for help. What now?

Saturday, January 7, 2012

A21 Campaign: the slavery footprints of human trafficking

According to my slavery footprint I have 32 slaves working for me - yes! 32... from across the world.

Slavery footprint? What is that? I hear you say. That is exactly what I was wondering this morning when I came across a mail from the A21 campaign. OK, so now you're wondering what the A21 campaign is, right? Let me explain.