Safe Families

I am tired...like my head is tired. I started my internship this week working with Safe Families and all at once I feel excited and nervous and encouraged and discouraged and anxious and afraid and confused. And I'm proud. Proud that there are people who are willing to take a stand against things that are wrong to reach out and help people. Simply help them. With nothing in return. Starting an internship, there is so much to learn. I feel a little bit like a burden because I just tag along and everyone has to find jobs for me to do, but I know this is just the beginning and eventually I will be able to stand on my own and know what to do. Its a different world. The biological families that S.F. serves are literally living in a different world. Its 15 minutes from Butler. When I had to go to a community center last year for a class, I was scared to even drive in neighborhoods like that. Today I was with a single mom who has 5 kids under the age of 9 and is pregnant and we used food stamps. I've never used food stamps before. It was hard. Tonight I went to a presentation at Common Ground of two women who are starting a dress company employing trafficking victims in Cambodia. There's a lot of social justice going on in my life right now. It makes my head hurt a little and is hard for me to justify sitting on my couch in my warm apartment in Carmel where I have everything I could possibly ever need. And more. One of the people at the presentation said that he hopes Daughters, the dress company, gives girls hope for tomorrow and hope for eternity. I like that. We offer hope for tomorrow and hope for eternity. Hope.