As Dressember looms closer - only FOUR more days until day one - I can't help but feel overwhelmed at the idea of asking friends and family to donate. I've never been good at asking for money for anything. When I was in middle school, I had to go door to door and ask people if they wanted to support my swim team by donating funds. To this day, it makes me feel queasy thinking of asking people for money. I know so many people have limited, just enough, or not nearly enough funds, and it feels like a burden to ask for help. But. Then I think of the women, men, and children who are being forced to do things against their will. Working, performing sexual acts, laboring, not having a way out; these are the people who I deeply desire to help. What is a few weeks of my discomfort in comparison to a whole life being shrouded in misery? It seems too simple to just wear a dress when people have been transported out of their everyday lives, but it is a start to aid in raising awarenes...
Just a modern-day stay-at-home-mom navigating new adventures, learning new lessons, and being shown amazing grace.