I walk towards a two year old orphan named Samson who is afraid of Mzungoos(white people) determined to make this kid like me before I leave. An hour later he is asleep in my arms. As I am holding one of God's most beautiful creations I look to my right and there lies both his parents graves.
6th day of crusades at a town called Mhamarani. 6 days of holding and loving on kids who are desperate for some attention and love. 6 days of opening up my arms where kid's can find rest, comfort and safety. 6 days of confirmation that God has given me the abilities to impact kids lives around the world.
Playing with a little girl named Mary in the middle of Kibera(One of Africa's biggest slums). Watching her face split into a huge smile and hearing the beautful sound of her laughter as I tickle and pour out love on her. I don't know what Mary's story is but I do know that she is one of 1.5 million people in Kibera who lives on less then $1.00/day.
God sized dreams. Do I dare to dream so big and so massive that God has to show up or I will look like a complete fool? Do I dare to dream about changing statistics? Do I dare to dream about changing the lives of little Samson's and Mary's? Do I dare to give up everything so that other people may have a chance at life?
Yes I do. Dear God… you better show up or I am going to fail.
