Saturday, February 23, 2002
What isn't new? Will's still working at the water filter place. Christina still does home things and barely gets up at 12, unless she gets that stupid annoying fax call. And Bishop is still a brat...a major brat! We are still planning to move to Florida but we don't know when exactly. We are also thinking about doing a DTS with YWAM in New York next year, but that is still up in the air.
What Will has to say:
A couple days ago, I was coming home from work, and I was on the highway going thru a construction zone and a bridge was coming up ahead that they were working on. There was this semi that was in my lane up ahead, and a bunch of cars in the other lane. This semi decided to get over in the other lane, but a truck was there. The semi almost ran over him, but the truck swerved out of the way and hit a bunch of those construction barrels. What's my point? Nothing I just thought it was an intresting story.
What Christina has to say:
I was watching the television a couple days ago, and the topic of the show was "Teen Prostitution". (For the record, I am not one to sit around and watch t.v. but I decided to flip thru the channels because I wasn't feeling all to well, and I didn't want to go back to bed. I actually would rather us not have a television, but I like to watch movies every now and again.) Anyway- I was watching the show and it said that out of ALL of the prostitutes in America over 30% of them are under the age of 18. I was so heart broken by this. The thought that these young girls sell themselves to nasty men, just to survive sickened me. I blame our country for not helping these girls out in more of an appropriate way or providing a place for them as their refuge. I mostly blame the people these girls grew up with. For not letting them know their worth in life, and how precious they all truly are. I wish I could hug them all and let them know they don't need to do this. I know some do it because they like it, they feel valuable, because they are being touched and someone at the time is showing them that they "care". Some do it for the money, they don't want to work at a fast food restaurant. I can see how it would be easier, but it must eat them up inside. I am thankful I never had to resort to that lifestyle. Yet, I wish I could be right there with them, showing them a different kind of "love". This I know goes on all over the world, oldest occupation in the world they say, but I pray for a change. They need a chance to change.
