Documentaries, Africa, and children
So, I guess I should post something about this documentary from Tuesday. Let me back up a bit. It has become a recent tradition to watch a documentary every Tuesday night. I expect they will be dramatic...and sometimes hard, and so far, they haven't let me down.
This week, there was a lady who adopted kids with special needs. It was hard for me to watch because it is always hard for me to watch children suffering. It's always hard for me to see innocence taken away, or children in pain. As usual, I was a bumbling mess through the whole thing...but this one, and several others previous to this, are sticking with me in a way that is a bit unsettling.
I'm not sure of what exactly, but an idea, a vision, a something is growing...something has to change. That's the part that I know. A bit cryptic? My sentiments exactly. Confused? Me too. I know that something has to change. I keep saying that over and over actually. Change where? Not sure yet. Change what? Don't know that either. Here's what I do know...there are too many hurting people who need restoration or ignore. There is too much pain to not want to fix it. I can't sit by and watch. I can't let life happen and choose to ignore it. What next? Who knows. So, I pray. I wait. I pray again. I let the vision grow...and I watch documentaries.
This week, there was a lady who adopted kids with special needs. It was hard for me to watch because it is always hard for me to watch children suffering. It's always hard for me to see innocence taken away, or children in pain. As usual, I was a bumbling mess through the whole thing...but this one, and several others previous to this, are sticking with me in a way that is a bit unsettling.
I'm not sure of what exactly, but an idea, a vision, a something is growing...something has to change. That's the part that I know. A bit cryptic? My sentiments exactly. Confused? Me too. I know that something has to change. I keep saying that over and over actually. Change where? Not sure yet. Change what? Don't know that either. Here's what I do know...there are too many hurting people who need restoration or ignore. There is too much pain to not want to fix it. I can't sit by and watch. I can't let life happen and choose to ignore it. What next? Who knows. So, I pray. I wait. I pray again. I let the vision grow...and I watch documentaries.