More Than Slightly Stressed

I'm swinging between being completely amazed and freaked out by my life.

Amazed because:
- little ole me is heading up a very large awareness event in three weeks.
- very well connected, well qualified people are calling me wanting to join my efforts.
- because God is so, so faithful.

Freaked out because:
- little ole me is heading up a stink'n huge event and I have no idea what I'm doing.
- well connected/qualified people are wanting to join me... when I should be the one sitting at their feet.
- I have to trust that God he has given me everything I need to accomplish the things he has set out for me to do.

Basically I'm bi-polar. Absolutely everything that is taking place in my life is alternately making me gleefully happy and freakishly stressed. It's going to be a long/short three weeks (after which the event will be over and I'm checking out for a while).

I invited one of these well qualified people to come to my human trafficking meeting today. He's spent the past three years of his life traveling across the US apologizing to the Black community on behalf of the rest of us for the oppression and abuse caused by the slave trade. He goes up to people in the mall, on the street, in stores, restaurants, cafe's and apologizes. He gets mayors of cities and governors of states to apologize. And the result, believe it or not, is a lot of forgiveness, tears and healing.

Anyway, he came to the meeting and pointed out that we were modern abolitionists. He called me "a Wilberforce" and I couldn't help but feel humbled and honored. Looking around the room filled with my friends all cutting, pasting, and drawing away; all of them giving up their free time to invest in this little project in hopes that it would somehow, some day free the modern slaves of human trafficking, I was so proud of them.

There can be a million people like me, all wanting to change the world in massive ways, but it's those who join people like me who are the real hero's. I could stand on a hill forever and shout my guts out against injustice, but if people don't join in, my single voice changes nothing.

But they, hearing a call on the wind, climbed up the hill and have added their voice. They all have full time jobs, they're all stressed by the dramas of their own life, but they've stepped beyond their daily grind to breathe life into a dream. A call to action has gone out, just like it did in the 1800's. They have chosen to respond to the outrage against humanity and stand up and do something about it. I am proud of them and ever so thankful.