Yet here I am.
Clothes are nicely folded or hanging in their appropriate place in my closet. Family photos are set on my bedside tables, while charcoal drawings and pops of color frame my room. My suitcase is now located in the back of my closet, and there is no intention of using it for quite some time.
Now that all that is in order, there is one suitcase left that is before me. Metaphorically speaking, it is the one that has held my passion and dreams. It has been opened, but unlike the one that held my clothes nicely and organized, this suitcase of my vision has burst open tossing each piece into different directions. That is what it feels like. And one by one, I’ll collect each piece and move forward into the unpacking of such a large vision of serving street children (those who have been abandoned, used, abused, neglected and ignored).
It is one thing to dream of what you can do. But it is quite another to actually put it into action what you will do. Things look different, but you must continue moving forward. Things may not all make sense, but you continue taking the steps. Dreaming is one thing. But unpacking is a process, one that would be easy to put off or put on hold. But when you feel the weight of a person’s life, a child’s life, at hand, there is no time to delay.
I have a purpose and as I continue to unpack, more will be revealed and more will be carried out. I am here for a reason; I want to be intentional and I will invest in others.