This is a snapshot of my last five days. I spent them in the city of Brisbane, serving and learning about the services offered by the Salvation Army there. I saw hope in the midst of desperation and the absolute joy in coming together in community.
Brisbane is a beautiful place. I adore that city, but it is also full of so many broken and hurting people and it is a real eye opener to not just know that, but see it as well.
I also had the privilege of serving along side some amazing amazing people, drank way too much coffee and stumbled upon some awesome street art by beastman, magik, magnus mctavish and artofmikey.
hope, healing, resotration,
I think I was meant to be born American. I have never been there, or anywhere else out side of my own country, but I am forever homesick for places I've never seen.
I also don't know anything about the politics or systems of the US of A but I can say I am prouder of those who identify as American than I am of my own identifier. The land of the free and the home of the brave, who's own Lady of Liberty will forever stand strong, proclaiming freedom and justice over all.
It has been 11 years since on Tuesday changed everything. Lives, states, countries, the world. And 11 years since America was dealt a hand of unimaginable tragedy, but then slowly rose out of the ashes, stronger and taller, free-er and braver than ever before.
Today, like in the years past, I pause for the victims and their families. For the lives and happiness lost. But I also stand incredibly proud, for those I know and those I don't, who with great strength, kept standing when everything else fell apart. And today, and in the years to come, I will never forget you.
Stay free, Stay brave,
I love you and God bless.