Dedication

I keep finding that I have such a passion for helping the abused but that my follow thru is awful. How is it that my mind is constantly wandering back to planning and dreaming about The Center and yet it is so hard to find time to write about it here and to do the research that needs to be done?

I know that the next step on my way to building something like The Center is to finish my education, but it is so hard to stay focused on that and not want to jump ahead of myself. I have to remind myself that all the work and time I'm spending on my education now will benefit The Center later on.

I'm learning how to wait and learn these lessons now so that I can do the best job possible when the time comes. I'm trying to figure out how to manage my time and prioritize the things in my life. Can I make more room in my life?

Somewhere Along The Way

Somewhere along the way I lost sight of what I was fighting for. I have a vision of a place where victims of abuse can come; where they are heard, protected, and advocated for. Right now our social system does not do this, it is fragmented with the victim left alone to navigate through each organization. What if there was one person to walk alongside each victim, to every doctors appointment, hearing, and interview? What if there was one place? Instead of victims going from place to place there was one complex where doctors, therapist, attorneys, and social workers gathered. This is my dream.


Somewhere along the way my dream became a career. We start asking children in preschool what they want to be when they grow up. Children dream big, they don't hold back. We tell them if you want to be a musician to take lessons to go to college and major in music theory. We take the dream right out of it and turn it into a career path. Somehow my answer went from saving people to social worker. Yes social work is what I'm majoring in but I want it to be so much more than that. Why can't I be a superhero? Why can't I end the cycle of abuse? 

Somewhere along the way I forgot the promises I made. On a spring day 12 years ago my mother and I went together to report the abuse in our home. It wasn't easy, we lived in the city and we couldn't even find the right station to file a report. Our journey wasn't over it took forever for someone to listen to us and then we had to go through several more hoops. I began to wonder if it was worth it. God wasn't spoken of much in our house (unless it was attached to a profanity) but I still knew that God is some form existed. I prayed that night that if He could bring my family through this I wouldn't allow this to happen to someone else. God brought us through the trial and has healed my family over the years. God kept his promise and has filled me with a passion to see this come to life. I may have lost my way but my story isn't over yet.