going to europe was such a precious time for me. not because of the masterpieces i experienced, the scenery i imbibed, the people i loved, as amazing as they were. going to europe simply refreshed my perspective. the sole reason i am going through the absolute joy that nursing school tends to be, is because of the calling of God upon my life, the passion and dream of my life.
there are millions of children in this world. dirty, abandoned, betrayed. their lives a mockery to the human race. children who must commit unspeakable, disgusting acts simply to put food into their mouths. to debase themselves to such a level that people no longer see them as humans, simply to live see another sunrise. what has become of this world?
God is their justice. He will one day wipe away all tears from their eyes. this is my hope. this is my dream, my ambition. that i will go somewhere in this hell of a world and hold a child in my arms and let them know, there is One who knows their name. There is One who loves them beyond all understanding. unbelievable as it may seem.
in europe there was a little boy who thrust his body at me, begging for money, for food. i had nothing to give him and oh.
someday.
someday i will have more.