There is always hope.
I want to bury my head in the sand. I want to stop myself from knowing. I want to unlearn and unknow things that are stealing my comfort. I lost some of my peace these past couple of days. I allowed myself to cry and buried myself underneath my blankets and prayed.
My God, this world is so broken. It’s bleeding red all over and it seems only those who don’t hold weapons are the ones bleeding. Those who are never the cause but always the casuality. And it’s so unfair, it is unfair.
I called a friend. We spoke for hours and she listened to me as I lamented about my feelings of helplessness. My questions how to know where to begin. Where do you start to stitch up the wounds of the world and put bandages. So many wounds, so how do you decide which one to stitch up first.
So many wounds.
What is happening in Libya is sadly happening in other places. Near and far to wherever we call home. To be overwhelmed by it all is easy. But this morning I choose to place my hope in the God I believe in. So I pray.
There are also some organisation which work in the area of human trafficking that we can support together and continue to fight to eradicate this injustice everywhere.
Some organisations fighting against human trafficking;
IOM — http://unitedkingdom.iom.int
A21 — http://www.a21.org
International Justice Mission — http://www.ijmuk.org
Freedom United — https://www.freedomunited.org
Some articles you can read on what is going on in Libya.
Continue to have conversations, they will breed solutions. Silence is not an option. Let’s be uncomfortable together.
