A moment to think....

....but I don't even know where to begin. What story should I tell? Me falling down the double-decker stairs on a full train from Amsterdam, large luggage in hand (flattening a man at the bottom)? Flying 11 and a half hours to South Africa all the while anxiously wondering if I should have a visa? The interview with a former criminal, ex-convict, pimp, trafficker, who radically became a Christian a year ago? Speaking in DTS for two days but still freaking out the night before because I didn't know what I was going to say? Visiting a Bible study to speak about trafficking and having the one guy say to our translator, "Are you even a Christian? Why in the world should we work with non-Christians? Tell me something useful so this isn't a complete waist of my time."

I don't know where to begin. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of experiences, tastes, hurdles, travels and countries. I should process, I should think it through and draw from these experiences the very marrow of life. But my mind is oddly blank.

How was it? Good.
How were the people you visited? Great.
How were the speaking gigs? Terrific.
If you could change one thing what would it be? The weather. Rain followed us from Romania to Moscow, we had a breather for two days in Latvia and then it caught up with us again.
Did you impact people's lives? Yes, I think so. The high school/university students we spoke to listened with wide eyes, and when I asked them if they learned anything new about trafficking they said yes. What did they learn? "It could happen to us. Don't trust strangers and be very careful." Some of the DTS students thanked me for my teaching about us being like David and fighting the seemingly impossible Goliath of injustice. "I have a few Goliath's in my life," one girl said. "I think you were speaking directly to me."
Did you see anything fun? The Black Sea, the Red Square and Kremlin, some cool old stuff in Latvia, breathtakingly beautiful autumn leaves.
What would you do differently? Nothing really. We were crazy busy and crammed a lot into a short amount of time, but it was really fabulous.

Speaking on human trafficking for three weeks is draining, not that the speaking is draining, but the stuff it brings up wears me out. Injustice injustice injustice. I speak on injustice, I see injustice, I motivate others to do something about injustice, but rarely do I put my hand to the plow and actively, directly bring justice.

I know that speaking and motivating are very important aspects of fighting injustice, its just that I seldom get to see the fruit. Sometimes I end up wondering if I've done anything to help anything at all. I love my life, I love what I get to do, but I weary of the fight sometimes.