

Dancing on the Micah Road
The other day I was using the GPS on my phone to get our family to someone’s home. We had never been there and we had never even been in this particular area before. When we first punched the address in our system, it was more than happy to pre populate the destination as we added more details. We isolated the destination we assumed was correct and began our journey. When we arrived where the GPS had taken us it was clear that we were in the wrong place. We rechecked the a


I Can Do Something
None of my friends were enslaved, beaten daily, or raped. I didn’t know anyone who was addicted to drugs – the closest thing I knew of was an uncle who got too loud at baseball games. No one in my little world struggled to put food on the table, or struggled to have a table. The closest thing I knew of to abuse was a mom and her two kids who we helped run away to Texas. There was no schema I had that could make sense of trafficking, so when I first heard of it I responded the